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Friends

Do you know me, you long gone sinner?

While you preach to protect me,


run around and covet me,

how you know of my purity,


of my innocence?


But have you thought of why we came to know one another?

You, a sinner, me, your secret?


Do you know,

Oh do you know,


That you are friends with the devil?

©2024 by Azra Keskin. 

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