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Unbound The Devil

Went the tint of the sun goes downI free my hands I’ve been bound. I feel the rise of a complete energyturn up the volume of my sound. My soul reverberates like a violinwhen the Reaper creeps in my den. Please me the sound is foundI see in your simple glib frown. Devil jumped me […]Unbound The Devil

“Poetry-Poetry-Poetry!” 🌹✍🏾🌹 ~Maxwanette A Poetess

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