The viper coils around me,
Its dry skin, cold and smooth,
It slithers tighter around me.
With cunning it moves,
Positioning itself to strike.
Little does it know,
My blood is an anti-venom.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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Comments1
Very good poem!!
Thanks!
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