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Speak of the Devil

He noticed a scorpion on her cheek

crawling up into her hair

She didn't seem to feel it there

and kept speaking, so he sat still

and listened

 

When she was finished the creature

stopped above her ear

its tail curled in the air

He reached to her and brushed it off

with a silent whisper

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zajan-akia
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Apr 8, 2014
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