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Little Prince of Havoc

January 2, 2009

Because when I saw the Devil on your shoulder

I said: Take me home and hold me longer

I never left that room, where you promised to hold her.

And still I lay, upon the grave of what’s never the same,

Celebrating disgrace cloaked in triumph and fame

Of grief and exile, we are the same.

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