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Snakes Sometimes Come Out From My Poetry Paper Heaps

When I find the deadly snakes
Sitting in my poetic paper heaps
And the scorpions crawling out to me
While reading on the floor,
I think of abandoning poetry.

Thursday, May 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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