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I have a confession to make…
A demon hides within my bark,
Feeds the politeness of the dark
And from time to time we go for a walk
In the green grass having a similiar talk
— Who who am I?
One night we were not alone,
We were not. Whispered the little one.
A LOST girl and her demon adjusting her knot,
From the woods who the sun had forgot
Asked — Who are you?
Tonight, the window gets salty
As the wind goes in.
The demons guard the dark entry,
You and me in a blazing grin.
— Who are we?
- Frederico Vicente