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May 2016
inside pulling , I hide the urge to run, a big strong
outside
makes me stand
one foot planted,
it almost comes out then, but
when I sit later, humiliated
by myself,
where in the corners
black crouching waiting for me
I know it is,
in my head or reality
must be a sense of
his slithery, coiled,
for me to be smiling , awaits
I alone again-
and then proudly
it stands
like
a devil
mocking every god ******
thought and nerve
wordvango
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wordvango
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