By
AlphaSage
Sunday, February 26, 2017
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It was cold-stiff, like winter
as I placed my tiny toes upon its sparkling gleam
It teased me with its glitter
as it pulled my feeble feet deep within its chills.
I have seen this scene before
I know this fruit; its rotten core
but with every single bite, I dig a hole I cannot fill.
I am entrapped, I do agree
I am enslaved by succinct thrills
I fear my heart has turned to stone
I feel within an ebbing soul
And if HIS GRACE, this soul refuse,
this specious drug would be my doom.
By AlphaSage
Aloft In Thoughts
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