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Demons in love

I ain’t amused by the angels who love,

I’m delighted to see the demons fell in it.

As the angels, were born with the ability to nurture,

Nightmares were born with demons itself.

I believe it’s a blessing bestowed,

As demons were once an angelic,

In the wind of sufferings, they found sentiments within.

They comprehend much better than them,

They knew how to keep a woman.

Protected in the arms of their beloved.

They recognized their soul companions,

Devoted and possessing a passion for them.

A rare love you’ll found that is within the ogre,

Captivated like the fairytale fictions,

still tenderness that they hold,

is comparable to none.

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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