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Corona

When he took his last breath
he did not know ,his throat was a
slithering  snake spiting invisible poison
upon the beloved one's

Before catching the terrible 
it crawled towards their soul
and exiled them in the farthest island 
of the orient.

Later they all met
in the bay of frozen coffin's.

Mad snake crawled further.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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