The serpent sayeth...
Will you lay down?
Hiss on the mind playeth
for in poison too calm is found.
The dark shadows
seem inviting
Time's quiet sallows
No prayer and just a wing.
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Etymology
- Fictional Reality
- I am a kid and woman rolled into one. I see beauty in smallest things in life. I doubt and laugh, fear and fight, dream and do... I am like all of you.
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