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11/21/18
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Serpents slither
Hissing hymns
Of tempting truths
Seductive spirits
Wait for winnings
For their reward
For what they've done.
Betrayed their own
For something more
For something nothing can buy.
They told their kin
Told their friends
To walk off the path
And they led them astray
Off the lit up pathway
Pushed them into darkness
Made them take their first bites
Forced them to swallow their last
Forbidden fruit has never been this sweet.
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Neon
Aléatoire(SOMEHOW, REGULAR UPDATES) A collection of poems, short stories in poetic form, rants hidden in poetic form and other things that pop up in my head. *** Staring at the canvas, She chose to pluck a brush From her own head, And paint with the colours...
