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Dec 2011
They writhe eternal
snakes with corkscrew tongues
weaving falsities and complex deceit
but they fall like molten lead

even when cool to the touch
after much time and tear soaked nights
they are still so toxic
that love can not be received

i am in essence the nettle
simple yet deceptive
poisonous to the touch
and better left alone
Lain Ender
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