Devil in a white dress

Words slippery, falling on wet moss
shifting in the shadows of grown beards
lies a devil in a white dress.

Lost in the fog
appearing in your head
she wants to know where she is
and still you cant tell her
where your visions go.

All she needs to know is
shifting in the shadows of grown beards
lies a devil in a white dress.

Poetry

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