Pact
Playful devils come and revel in the light of my ripening flaws. For if laws can’t prevent civil descent, I might as well hold onto your claws. I’ll offer a meal as I speak with zeal so we may strike a savory deal. Come work for me and the riches, you’ll see, will shower you as if it was meant to be.
Copyright © Christian Sean Acevedo | Year Posted 2020
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