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XLVI [Many red devils ran from my heart]

by Stephen Crane, 1895

Many red devils ran from my heart
And out upon the page,
They were so tiny
The pen could mash them.
And many struggled in the ink.
It was strange
To write in this red much
Of things from my heart.

Tags: turmoil, writing

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