A closing of the mouth,
that trap of nature.
Sweet juice trickles
down virgin skin.
A snake's lick
flickers on sanguine lips.
Dust adheres
to her sullied skin.

A closing of the mouth, that trap of nature. Sweet juice trickles down virgin skin. A snake's lick flickers on sanguine lips. Dust adheres to her sullied skin. |
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"yea, though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i will fear no evil, for Thou art with me. Thy rod and Thy staff, they comfort me." psalm 23:4
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