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**Two Snakes at *IT OOLID — "Time.... Where" (C45)**
Beneath the amber marquee's patient glow,
Two winding serpents met in quiet grace;
They traded moons where smaller flowers grow,
And mirrored stars in each embracing face.
The posters whispered, **TIME.... WHERE**, pale and worn,
As ticket stubs became small silver leaves;
The night uncoiled like velvet before morn,
With every heartbeat hidden in the eaves.
Then earthly voices broke the dreaming air:
"Stand back. This is no tale for myths or art."
A healer came with calm, attentive care,
To answer urgent danger with clear heart.
For necrotizing fasciitis must be treated without delay—
With surgery and antibiotics, life may yet find its way.
The snakes looked on, their evening gently stilled;
No song was worth ignoring someone's need.
Love waited quietly until fear was filled
With practiced hands and every careful deed.
When dawn at last dissolved the theater's light,
They promised one more date another night.
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