Devil Chopsticks

Sometimes
I need to keep
My horns close
So when they
Whisper
I can greet them
With a smile
Let trouble flow
From fingertips and
Choice words
Each sentence
Pricking at skin
Pain my lips red
Once again
Take to the night
With dancing feet and laughing eyes

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