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The Lizard King
A wicked,forked tongue lies behind
The parting of his beautiful lips
Spinster of words you are,
Spoken with the fluant ease of liquid silver
They draw me in as a moth to flame
And like a fool.....I go
Subdued by niceties and half truths,I smile while he claws maddly at my deepest desires
And devours me whole like a desperate,starving thing
All hail the lizard king!
May he be revealed as the reptile he truly is
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