Yellow
Peeled a baby snake
Like shredded meat for the evening
She hasn’t cured her cold
Will she drink up her weeping
Yellow scales I’ve hung
My rotten hands taste their blood
I’ve never seen you in a dream
But I raised you from the flood
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