64 : snakes

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never follow
snakes

with blue eyes
soft brown hair
whisky coated lips
hands roughly soft
smiles too sweet
smirks too wild
paths too winding

they will always lead you
astray
and convince you
they changed
by admitting their sins
and crying for your forgiveness

then proceed to leave
for the one they always wanted

pain

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