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My anchor's tightly
Hooked to her current, yet has
Never stopped falling.
Fear pulls strings above
The one who not yet sees their
Face above such strings.
 Mar 2017 hellopoet
nivek
Does the Butterfly look to the past
know of a time it was something else
completely transformed I think not.
blustering south winds
have blown constantly all eve
they're packing some speed
two wonderful years
of being in love's divine hold
theirs a sweet coupling

may my special friends
Winn and Wolf's togetherness
be truly festive
the satirical poet's violin
was remarkably played
by our Beryl's fabulous bow
so gifted its string
omnipresent
the she snake
S
     *L

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      H
E
     R
         I
N
   G
on the ground

none so sneaky
as she
at biting rival females
with such a penetrating
degree

shifty the moves
she employs
craftiness in all their
vengeful ploys

she the snake
is cold of calculation
and her heart has
*little consideration
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