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Jan 2013
Wide eyed serpentine sip the wine
elixir of death, o sweet release
weaving wisps in whistling tunnels
ripping, roaring, rushing, take the bait
release the fulcrum, tip the scales
*and soar
I felt like playing with pretty little letters
Anon C
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Anon C  35/F/Virginia
(35/F/Virginia)   
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