Sight tasted. Wasted away
with legs.
Evoluntionary dissent
Serpentine dreams dashed
in a selection process so normal
it was natural.
And with eyes like that
you see we're all evolved,
or else we've bred
with snakes.
Skin pulled to tight around
my lips. Pulled to tight
around this pen.
The mane with black marble eyes
and neck stretched up
to the sky
No need to look any longer.
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