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The Devil's Son
Off in the distance,
he was whispering my name
What started as a rumor,
audible and plain
My parking meter empty,
the hour glass had run
What life only borrowed,
reclaimed-the devil's son
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
he was whispering my name
What started as a rumor,
audible and plain
My parking meter empty,
the hour glass had run
What life only borrowed,
reclaimed-the devil's son
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
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The Devil`s Son
The Devil`s Son
