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The Devil's Face (Resembles Me?)

The devil has always been,

A faceless entity

To me.

Until now at least.

 

Now it has become clear.

I can see.

The devil

In front of me.

 

They are no singular person.

Instead a pair.

Familiar sight.

Lungs devoid of air.

 

The devils gaze at me.

Recognizable set eyes.

No surprise.

Why is this reality?

 

First sight of a child.

Encounter...

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