The Snake

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The snake goes round and round

And knows it has all the power

To bring my body to the ground

Just by biting me like a giant fire


And it burns my skin

At the place of two holes

Of its teeth, and within

My organism is in a camisole


The venom

Spreads

I'm numb

It's red


All this blood

Inside of me

It's like mud

I'm not free


The snake chooses to depart

Just when I feel like I'm dying

The other world is about to start

Now I'm the dead and not the living. 

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