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Jan 2015
Slithering snake skin over my arm
Will this creature cause me harm?
It tightens it's grip I stand dead still
I'm at it's disposal it's programmed to ****.
I gasp for breath it slides round my back.
I realise then that I have to attack.
RH 78
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RH 78  Uk
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