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Oh yah, and so what? Kill me with a look. Are you OK? I’m not. So what?

Not so long ago, and in the sun,
You gloated over the game you won.
That’s when it all begun,
Your rabid sense of fun.

Oh yah, and so what? Kill me with a look. Are you OK? I’m not. So what?

To take from one such as me,

I ran too slowly, I could never flee.
Caught in your trap, meant to be.
You enjoy too much, can’t see.

Oh yah, and so what? Kill me with a look. Are you OK? I’m not. So what?

As I sink into my abyss,
The snakes in your hair hiss.
I turn to stone, wait, you miss.
I fall, poison in your kiss.

Oh yah, and so what? Kill me with a look. Are you OK? I’m not. So what?







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On Thursday November 2nd, 2006, Mord (47) writes:
This sounds cool as it flows of my lips.



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