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the way i move around you like a coiled snake, and with no dangerous intent i am enamored.
and with that i dance upon the desert sand, twisting and winding unto the earth.
i spit venom, but it takes no place with you.
so you sit among the glory mountains when light bakes upon the earth and the moon sighs in jealousy.
lay upon the snow peaked caps and never glance down.
i take joy in the reflected sun of mountains of snowy gleams, carries me to the sunset fractures, crystalline sky shards embedded into the ground.
the snake rattles in the evening, feel the arid, desperate air.

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