You're the devil and death, you're the ones that are true.
Waiting each night I think to visit both of you.
Grab your hands to pull me in and through,
and bring the most beautiful ones into my view.
But you won't let me.
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Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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A haunting thought in this poem
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