
Love is a serpent
That squeezes and swallows you whole
Nothing is safe when saturated with its venom
As fangs sink deep into flesh
And penetrate veins which give strength
To a heart which may bleed or swell
Depending on a fate which one cannot know
Poetry and prose from a Beatnik born in the wrong era
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Hey Lauren, I just wanted to say it's really cool that you decided to put your poetry up. I hope it's okay that I made a link to The Electric Peanut from my blog.
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