Sparkling under tempting experience,
Dangerous and willing,
Dripping, and dripping, and dripping,
Falling under we have no choice
Fear the weak for what they have,
Secretly stronger than your bones,
Yet you pass glances,
And pull those strings
Believe for hope named luck,
Your mystery confounding
Cold hands and cold feet
Why do we stay here?
To cleanse doubt in a perfect world
Poem 5
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