| I | I | I |
| am | may | was |
| no | have | no |
| poet | poetry | of |
| of | in | any |
| any | my | particular |
| particular | hair | notice |
| notice | my | until |
| I | lungs | I |
| may | my | wrote |
| write | casual | this |
| poetry | expression | poem |
A moment in time is like A speck of dust, Never will you live that moment again, Never will you see that speck of dust again.
The vicious fangs of snakes bite my stomach
after feeding on
the butterflies.
Their eyes glistening in
the moonlight
stare
at me, the silence
pounding in my ears.
As the largest snake bites,
and the venom sinks in,
the stream floods,
softly, starting out
like mourning
dew.
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