Snakes Teeth

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Silver Poetry


I think fear,

as sharp as snakes teeth

black head weaving

I think sex,

thick twining thoughts

I think creation

desperate concepts

that one cannot resist

I think healing




in my dreams

under me

my darkness resolving




I choose not to resist.

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