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Serpent flails; shallow water. Joker smiles; never speaks. On top of the mountain, Hands grasping each other, One behind our backs. Gazing into the jokers eyes The serpent clenches the hand behind his back. His last defense. Pulsating blood; pushed through uneasy veins, Sideways glances, Grips tightening, Eyes locking,Tongues melting. Our goodbyes; easy. One dagger. One rose. Covered in a single tear of crimson. Perennials: Never to be given away to a serpent. Dagger concealed behind him. Once a voluptuous rose, Left now to die, decay. Blade: Rose, Fell, A tear from the only one left laughing
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Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
The Joker and the Serpent
Serpent flails; shallow water. Joker smiles; never speaks. On top of the mountain, Hands grasping each other, One behind our backs. Gazing into the jokers eyes The serpent clenches the hand behind his back. His last defense. Pulsating blood; pushed through uneasy veins, Sideways glances, Grips tightening, Eyes locking,Tongues melting. Our goodbyes; easy. One dagger. One rose. Covered in a single tear of crimson. Perennials: Never to be given away to a serpent. Dagger concealed behind him. Once a voluptuous rose, Left now to die, decay. Blade: Rose, Fell, A tear from the only one left laughing
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Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
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