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love ruse

do not be fooled
(but you certainly will be)
by Love’s siren song,
when she comes to
you under the
symmetrical skies.
november and midnight,
starlit tangled tresses of hair
lure those supine souls
lacking the sufficient
wickedness; for the
softest of hearts among
us falls first to
her salacious singing.
for the latter ones,
she broods,
and our Death
is not so quick.

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