Snakes

The smell

The scene

Sphynx

Grounded without sense

As I was

As I am

Past with sadness

Present with seduction

Scornful

I rue the passing

Clouded silhouette

Forgotten sound

Nothing

Now

paradoxical paradigm

Of what love should be

With speed

With snakes

New,  different, exciting

scarry

I was

I am

Scared

Of

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This poem is about: 
Me
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