Ghetto Snake...
Microfiction
A con. Joker. Shape shifter. He’s a ghetto snake. Like a thief, he slithered and stole my fragile heart, gradually chipping it down to dust, but I won’t leave. He tells me he loves me even if it's a beautiful lie. I move like a pawn in hopes he’ll treat me like his queen.
But this shape shi…
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