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Feb 2020
Lies surf on her very breath
The words spill out spit wet
Only to writhe on the ground
Like fish out of water

Not one for the truth is she
It is devoured in her mind's womb
By its own deceitful twin
The Serpent of her soul.
Revised
Written by
Eryri
  95
   --- and John Gallant
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