The devil got my woman...

oh! The morning after, it puzzled in the ambience of the lofty, lowly skies shining,was the morning star in her full glory off the radar, it blurred deciphered the script, cast rolled and off the ridge, to the mighty hills entertained. In the winter, hearts were filled jigsaw fixated and the end came of withered rocks. Lillie's blossomed, rosses opened families grew, as the valley healed And by the river beacons of enemity were baked I would rather be the devil than have that woman. @wounded writer #bleeding pen diaries