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Cautionary Lust

He whispers paltry words, unjust
To say his diction is a curse
Would be unhumble, so I must
Turn from his face, lest he turn first
And kiss me, and I'll know not how
To ease this unrelenting verse
I'll fold beneath a hollow vow;
A lie one thousand times rehearsed
And fell for. How could one resist?
All fury felt, all beauty seen-
Who knows if it is strain or gift?
A callow, callous libertine.

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