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Aug 2015
Long before the sting
of routine
came
the poison
bite of reject
bled into my veins
and killed me in 1000
ways,
every fang
and I wasn't ready for
a snap like this
dropped like this
turned up like this
this was our house
before Medusa came
and your snake eyes
took the night.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
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