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He is a snake in the grass
and I know it. Does he not think I recognize
scales roughed by so called good intentions and curiosity
piqued only when things go sour for thee? Striking on 
emotional pain and bad moments. Slither into the dark
bring into the light smooth talk and empty promises 
reserved for pillow talk and testing the boundaries
how far to coil your body next to me. 
I am on to you,
snake in the grass
slither by
Belly into the damnation of past.


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