Like little droplets
Of blood,
Temptation dangles,
Like it was made
To fit
In this palm of mine.
Like a hand
Jutting out,
It pulls me hard.
Like a theif
In the night,
It steals my resistance.
Pandora's box is
Opened, and
Death's kiss
Meets my lips.
I know its poison,
But still,
I bite.
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