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Apr 2018
You slithered into my garden
With such beauty and grace
I thought you came to play but To my dismay
You were not what you were trying to covey
You thought you were just going to take and leave
Oh how easy you thought that would be
A Conesoyr of sorts
A man of all trades
But you see I was specially made
You just bit into forbidden fruit
Grown from a tree with poisonous roots
It’ll turn your heart black
There is no going back
You need to be cleansed of all your deceit  so tonight  I’ll give you a bloodbath
It’s time for you to feel my wrath
You’ll wish you never slithered onto to my path
And when I’m done with you every garden will be safe from your attack
You’ll feel my pain
Oh Snake you’ll be slain
Margarita Kamara
Written by
Margarita Kamara  19/F/Virginia
(19/F/Virginia)   
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   Edmund black
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