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Seeking to Confess
On a vacation I need to travel
Into the unknown annals of Hell
Seeking a date with Mr. Devil
Conveying him that I’m on peril
It’s him who rescued me back then
It’s him whom I obeyed back then
He is the one who can help me quell
When I’m there in the annals of Hell.
Eyes moisten often when they see
The small shrub has grown into a tree
The stem swelled up with dee...
Friday 19th February 2021 12:53 pm
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