Roses in a Vipers Pit
Shes a viper killing it in a summer dress. I seek for answers, not the crucifix. While her mouth is venom ... honey is her kiss- wait while she lands her fix. My house is burning, I ran from it. I'm walking, quietly my head is down. The air is muggy I've lost my crown ...
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