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our devils come screaming

sister wearing my same shade of lipstick
i need not ask how your last name changed
as his stubborn bastard ways
are kin and blood
to the veins
which run through me

our devils come screaming
up that holler
the moment we find religion

just know
he couldn’t help it

we weren’t shown how to live right & properly

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