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Step One
Reeling & Writhing
The Snake dies
A little each day
By biting its tail
Encircling its prey
It draws nourishment
From my misery
And if I feed it
I will die before my
Time to get off this
Not-so-merry-go-round
Never in my life
Did I think
The ride would stop
Sometimes
I think I don't think
Sometimes
08-14-2020
The Snake dies
A little each day
By biting its tail
Encircling its prey
It draws nourishment
From my misery
And if I feed it
I will die before my
Time to get off this
Not-so-merry-go-round
Never in my life
Did I think
The ride would stop
Sometimes
I think I don't think
Sometimes
08-14-2020
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