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Inflamed

© Lori 4/15/2021

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Inflamed

The devil whispers

Sweet nothings

Bound to my name

I whisper them back

His and mine

Sound the same

Words: ©2021LCR

Image: CCO

Labels: Desire Devil GloPoWriMo21 Micropoetry Structured Poetry

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