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He touched her richly like king Midas. Made her feel like a queen dripping in gold.   He made her believe that she was his goddess. Until her heart was in his control. He tossed her aside after taking her all. An unkind lover, who damaged her soul. He smiled at her sweetly, as he took and he stole. a golden king, with a black heart of coal. She cried, and she wept, for this snake on a throne, Now like Medusa, her heart is of stone.
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May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 5:53 PM UTC
golden snakes
He touched her richly like king Midas. Made her feel like a queen dripping in gold.   He made her believe that she was his goddess. Until her heart was in his control. He tossed her aside after taking her all. An unkind lover, who damaged her soul. He smiled at her sweetly, as he took and he stole. a golden king, with a black heart of coal. She cried, and she wept, for this snake on a throne, Now like Medusa, her heart is of stone.
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May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 5:53 PM UTC
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