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While flipping over stones (Sonnet) by <{Baba^Yaga}>

I found my love under a rock. In the backyard of my mind. With bare feet I'll load then cock. Although I'm shooting blind. It was that reckless attitude. Those chances I would take. I should have shown more gratitude. When they warned me of the snake. 'stead I frolicked mad in rapture. While flipping over stones. A worm was coiled and poised to capture. The rolling of my bones. My head swings low, so sets the sun. Those holes bleed slow, the snake has won.

<{Baba^Yaga}> 18-Mar-03/4:45 PM
Can we put Zoloft in the Jello. sis? please.




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