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Her Hands Are Like Snakes...
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Author:
MusicMyLife
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| Created: April 02, 2011 at 12:35 pm |
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Entry Type:
Poem, G (All)
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| Category: General/Other | General/Other | General/Other |
| Entry Stats: 4.5 Stars by 2 users with 2 comments 65 views |
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Her Hands Are Like Snakes... 
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Heartless she is,
Honourable I try to be,
In a world,
So obsessed with war.
The everlasting,
Taste of defeat,
Lingers In my mouth,
I try to wash it away.
Her hands,
Are like snakes,
Waiting to,
Bite.
She seethes,
I bark,
The dog,
And the snake,
Battle.
I come out,
The battle,
With scars,
That I’ll have,
For life.
My memories,
With her,
Are embedded,
In my mind.
She used,
To be,
The star,
In my eye.
Now she is a,
Bomb,
A grenade,
Waiting to explode,
She has changed,
And so have I.
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