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Myth of the Mantis
Praying mantis smiles at me
when she crushes open
Wings of time, and neon rainbows
open skies, it is for Life, She cries
Murmering "murder" singing dark
mantras of Love , woven around
Her deep undying heart
Luscious tones awaken
Her serpentine tongue slithering
From bone, to bone, sliding
across the spinal chord
I am Her prey
