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By: Lisa Jarvis |
So...
you charmed me out of my basket
with your magic flute
that promised so much
and I opened my thick hooded lids
that had seen so little
and saw so much...
too much
at first all was well in the world I saw
but like my patterned skin
the beauty was eventually shed.
So...
with your leave
oh snake charmer
I will crawl back into my basket
and close my thick hooded eyes once more......
Deceiver
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