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Serpent
Trains Trees
are like bodies rapt in ecstasy To
be exposed would be my demise Serpent
trains are passing through my veins and I must leave Her
skin wears a new pattern of hope Serpent
trains are passing through my veins and I must leave An
anchor moves up and a nomad goes free Her
body moves forward the lightness her muse Serpent
trains are passing through my veins and I must leave ©
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