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Feb 2014
I am a bird, I meant an ant.
No, no, no....I said a butterfly.
Yes they are quite beautiful, and innocent.
And you, you are a snake,
an unmistakable quality you hold.
Your venom is never forgotten,
I see your rattle even though some think it interesting
it simply reminds me
you
are
evil.
It's not my fault you gave into your demons.
emily ann pittman
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