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#snakebite
She doesn’t yell at anyone. She laces her words with deadly poison. Her voice is always so very sweet, when she decides to finally speak. Venom, it pours out of her mouth. Especially when her tone goes south. I am her victim, though I’m her son. Sadder still, I am not the only one. My sister, brothers, father still, are all her victims, her precious **** But why does this woman hurt us all? She was hurt once, so we all take the fall.
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Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 8:42 PM UTC
84/12 "Her Precious ****
I lick the snake bites on my thighs, call it healing. poison in my veins, in my head. wound's cold now, so am I. Prerna K
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Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 11:22 PM UTC
Cold
When you fancy to Savor a ripping apple From Eden Garden, Be chary for hidden thorns; The bite could be your last joy.
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Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 10:15 PM UTC
Snake Bite
And let me down easy but do break my heart Otherwise I'll never know if I should chase after y'all. And the longing comes nightly, the bourbon rings twice, every time I'm out living, y'all stop me from dying. But a man is worth pennies when his work is the dirt, and I've never known forgiveness I've only ever known hurt. With my skin on the desert, my hands cut from the piste. If a man's responsible for fire, then it must be woman who's made the stream. Everything is an eyesore when plague cuts at your flock, and the shepherd is aching to be rid of his cloth, the end of evil corrupts it, the sheriff he breaks his own laws. They take all that they want, leave you to look up to the dust, you can't sustain the pains of heartache, you words shorter while you talk. So please take it away, the flat and the plains. And only fires concern them, water drowns for them and cries. I don't need no one to listen, no one to soften my eyes. I've been bit by the river, it's taken my breaths. Filled my chest full of water, brought my time to new depths. I saw the valley, and I saw the moors. I saw the valley, just tell me, will she be here tomorrow? I've seen the valley, and I've seen the moors, just please won't you tell me, will she be here tomorrow?
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Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 2:40 AM UTC
Snake Bite.
You can not see because of the light It is way to bright Let the darkness soothe your sight Relaxe, stop your fight Let the darkness end your blight Welcome in the coming night Make you forget the worlds snakebite That left you feeling so contrite In the darkness your fears you can smite Let the darkness left you upright Find your wings and take flight Then you will be able to indite And sing through the skys like a meteorite
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May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 10:27 AM UTC
Indite: The verb indite, rarely used today, means "compose" or "put down in writing,"