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Nov 2011
A temptuous squirm,
a deceptive beauty.
Hearts upon
hearts upon
hearts awaiting
attention.

Fast moving fins
in time with heart’s pace,
he finally found food
in this famished place.

The bait is baited
heavy
and clean.
Her shimmer he sees
blinds all that is
mean.

The striking mask is all he sees
blocking the evil within--
her unrelenting hold
will summon a sharp pain.

Don’t take the bait.
SBohl
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