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The snake slithers around my cheeks
It's fangs attack my face.
And I suck in oxygen's grace
My lungs are almost spent
As nicotine stained fingers grip the viper's face.
Ashamed of listening to the serpent
Clouds rising from white chalk predicts.
Venomous signals swirling on the River Styx
While the path I traveled pulls on my fate
As Charon awaits payment at the dock's gate.
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Richard L Ratliff
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