Rubbing Noses With The Devil
J
James McLain
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We lie,
Rubbing buttoned noses, with the devil,
Growing horns our tongue now split, it hisses.
Kissing lips, that neither touch nor
hate to touch when 'God' is light
and LOVE IS THEN INTERNAL.
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