mannerism
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The Serpent
In a gloomy night, in one’s tainted time,black serpent appears, sucking out my life.Friendly enemy, sweet companion’s knife.He has struck me with glances, burns, delight!And what’s left unsaid, on a tomb is rhymed. Did you see it coming, soft steps from behind,ah, he gave you water from the Mystic Lakeyou were fading, farther than this… Continue reading