Snake Hole
As a gamble loser,
Disordered heart, beats now.
Skin, I feel now tortured and appear,
As a snake biting blue.
Oh, I forgot the nature's law
'' Putting our hands into a snake hole'',
Death is almost sure.
Love, sometimes really
is a venomous snake hole.
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