And I said to the Devil,
“Where you been?”
“I’ve always been here.”
“Are you a friend?” I asked.
“You’re a friend of mine.” he smiled back.
“I’m tired of running.”
“Stay with me and get some sleep.” he offered.
I slept in the devil’s bed.
He asked for nothing in return,
But the sights of pain never left my head.
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