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sweetdonut Mar 2017
The snake tightens its grip
I stand dead still,
I'm at its disposal it's programmed to ****.
For the father who wakes himself, eyes full of himself,

Don't fall victim to the snake for its venom, for the snake will slice through your blood stream as smoothly as a blade across skin.

— The End —