The Devil's Diaries
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Tuesday, 28 July 2015
New Years' Eve, 1982
And I remember how something could
break every word you spoke,
make you sound like you were
choking
as the heaters along the floor blew
your sheer polyester drapes in
an uneven ballet,
suspended,
mid-air.
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