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My mood changes
Like formation in clouds
Sometimes it’s a fox
Of cunning silence
Waiting in bushes to
Pounce upon the prey
It’s the love I seek
In the thorny hedge of
Confusion when I act
As an owl of sultry night
My mood may be stable
If the snake gets taste of
New blood at the tips
Of its forked tongue
@Tiku 03/06/2015
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