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The Siren's Call

She was mystical

                            beautiful

                                        an angel in the flesh.

 

You were gullible

                           swoonable

                                      a romantic, nothing less.

 

I was tired

                   unwilling

                               a friend at its best.

 

Her call was alluring

                                    entrancing

                                              a song to summon all the rest.

 

And it was too late

                             hopeless

                                       you didn't have too far to fall.

 

But she caught you

                               that demon

                                         with her deadly siren's call.

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Oct 28, 2010
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