He had a hard snake-heart, tight-coiled and shut. Behind sweet blank eyes he flushed blue. Gazing on the world with vagued adornment. A soft wide body in a rounded form. Everything within him was small and tight. He rattled so with chains on edges that kept shut. Hard shells scattering like Little mounds of milk and lace that divide and break. See, He walked freely on the world, following the tap tap tapping path along. Devoid of love. The darkness closing like a storm behind him. MB
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