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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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