In Reality clothing
Don't let her body
Touch your soul.
Seductress avantgarde
Enticing you
With a Magical phrase
"I am in love with you"
She would croon
Opening doors to your treasure
Vulnerable you, you'd be plundered
Unceremoniously.
Savage little charmer
Don't let her lies
Become your truths.
May be it requires
To up your guard
Like a dam, holding those waters
Of trust.
Don't let her two faced farce
Become your blueprint
To living life.
Close your eyes
To the eternity within.
Let the outer illusion
Dissipate into nothingness.
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