Savoring the apple caught in his serpent eye
Longing to touch, yet not enough to believe
The voice of true friendship
Desecrated by the foul stench
Made up in his own mind
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| Eyes wide open, lost forever Savoring the apple caught in his serpent eye Longing to touch, yet not enough to believe The voice of true friendship Desecrated by the foul stench Made up in his own mind |
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