ODE TO THE DEMON OF MY LIFE
I have seen a shooting star
And I have asked for a desire:
To make you a painful scar
With my love and our bitter fire;
To be your devil
To be your nightmare
To be the hell
Of your poisonous tenderness,
Because I have also wished
To give you the Death,
Cutting my heart
After napping your neck,
As I did yesterday
When I met miss Fear
Sitting on a bench
Of the promenade.
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