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Friday, July 15, 2011

Ogripbar

Like a serpent who quietly slithers on the ground
Quietly
You strike without cause or reason
Only to feed your need on your prey…me
And then
Unfelt
Lives on
Whilst I lay there bleeding
Dying
Wondering why you have forsaken me
You who were my friend
You who are that very serpent whose eyes
Uncaring
Ignore the pleas I hath spoken
And yet
Nothing
With eyes seeking, imploring the very depths
Of your soul ask…
Why?

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