Saturday, June 21, 2014

Snake Hole

classical love paintings 
As a gamble loser, 
Disordered heart, beats now. 
Skin, I feel now tortured and appear, 
As a snake biting blue. 
Oh, I forgot the nature's law 
'' Putting our hands into a snake hole'', 
Death is almost sure. 
Love, sometimes really 
is a venomous snake hole. 

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