介绍:
The word begins to hiss as soon as the first letter goes on S s-s-s-s-s-s-s forked tongue flickers Hard eyes stare Already the rest of the poem shrinks back from his narrow speed The paper draws in its breath S N A K E loops around the pencil slides among typewriter keys slips like a silk shoelace away -Barbara Juster Esbensen
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