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The Krait

I fancy myself a Krait; You are more a little Mimic I create the roller coaster, You try to sell the ride The tragic mistake that you make?  Your bite is more a kiss; Mine is the touch It destroys the face, On the ground, begging; Go then my little Mimic, Prepare them for me to taste

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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