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Mar 2012
This viviparous *****,
the serpents that fall from her
take from her!
Her skin is pale
and dead.
Watch as it falls from her,
peels from her.
How odd it must (feel)
to become dust.
Written by
Scotty B
799
   Marian and Danielle Bourbeau
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