The Devil's GiftA Poem by I Am Svetlana
The man with the gun
held monsters beyond our understanding. A sweet voice kept haunting him, a bit poisonous. Eyes alive, dangerous. Ashes on his face. Drinking blood-red wine, instead of cheap champagne. He gave the Devil more. Bowed before the throne, changing over and over: "My will is yours and yours alone."
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Added on March 17, 2020 Last Updated on March 17, 2020 AuthorI Am SvetlanaMadison, WIAbout"If you cannot write well; you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, other's will do your thinking for you." -Oscar Wilde Hello all, my name is Emily Svetlana! I am 30 years old and wo.. more..Writing
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