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Dear Mr Devil...

How Sly

Dear Mr Devil, I know I have taunted you I know I have jested too Now I seek your weed that burns I want to be blinded by its smoldering ferns

So I will lay down and let you kill me The worst is knowing that you cannot die So I guess you will spare me Instead of pulling out the knife You'll pass me another pack

Every night I meet you at the shadowed cul-de-sac Hoping to see that glint from a silver blade But you always just let me smoke those weeds In that smoke, over and over, I committed suicide Salvation is utterly denied

For you see, you never pulled that knife

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