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Feb 2014
Perilous involvement with a tattooed serpent
Her tongue moved how it shouldn't
Split in half with vapid, rapid movement
Her bite paralyzed me
All my muscles seized
Then she left alive in the back of a hearse
Magic like the smoke on her lips when it dispearsed
Guess you could call her a curse
Had me immersed in every thought and ideal of hers
Written by
Zac Walter
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   Nadia DeLevea
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