Beauty drowns the iris
eyeline lock me; natures virus
come contaminate me while your spores still stick
To corrupt just with a touch
how many cupid coves you'll crush
Oh, how your heart will bruise and blush itself so sick
And through your life wield love; a knife
To carve a smile-starved heart so tight
Into a lair which lacks the light to let elapse
This most beautiful of traps
Fall thick and fast; headfirst, head last, no matter which
For time will tick her tasteful tongue through yours.
Please tell me what you think
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explain these mental stains
in lexis low and plain; I will confess
It would be as to dress for death and bet
It wouldn't want me yet.
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