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Vipers Kiss Ii

What is there within this vagrant lady That I can neither hear nor see, That I fail to acquire or fathom And still it beckons me? Is not she but a blood stain in the moon--- A bit of water, plasma, enzymes? And yet she plays upon her bong a truculent tune As if Karma had not kissed her with his fangs!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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