Boundless Place
Saturday, April 5, 2025
told me who you were at the start ๐
Snakeskin, snakeskin, have you any clue?
Pierce my words with needle’s thread,
Twist my meaning, leave me misread,
Strike me down, then turn your head,
Say you’re innocent, soft as a dove instead.
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