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Sep 2014
Caught
Gazing deep
Into the eyes

The awful sound
Of certain death
Of no left time

Hissing and swaying
With wild eyes
How am I still alive

Snakes fall from her head
As well the feeling of dread
Growing ever colder

Alone
I am stone
Curtis
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