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“The devil’s finest trick is to persuade you that he does not exist.”
Charles Baudelaire, Paris Spleen

Photo by Tarik Haiga on Unsplash

One day,

I smiled, I laughed — found myself lost in Charms

Charms that hurt, Charms that harm — wouldn’t know what it was

Other day,

I screamed, I howled — found myself lost in Revolt

Revolt that hurt, Revolt that harm — wouldn’t know what it cause

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