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Mother had said
Mushrooms sprout in dark that sprout in light are venomous sprouts off serpentine veins mushroom is to be held gently on fork between lips to caress to nibble
Love is the light that kindles spark of consummation
Mushroom sprouted beside bush parted beam of rays that beamed from sun sheared surface of earth in grass
Tongue forked, forged serpentine coil frolicked slyly engulfed rocks that harbored soil
Love descended, spread hooded sight
Hood is armor of fangs of tongue of venom sword that pierces must carry shield in battle
It was dark then
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