A beauty so addictive
Which eyes can’t be torn from
Drawn together like adhesive
Gravity wills you to succumb
Falling deeper uncontrollably
Tumbling through the maelstrom
Believing that it is a guarantee
Predictable easily in your palm
But flailing through the storm
Vortex sucking you in
Realizing late the authentic form
Bliss excessive blooms sin
And a ribbon silken and lovely
Wraps around your neck deathly
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