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Little musings about being aware of how things first appear.

Submitted:Mar 25, 2013    Reads: 39    Comments: 2    Likes: 3   

Velvet gloves on iron fists,

Leafy green hides deadly mist.

Beware the beauty that whispers forth,

Beckoning your precious thoughts.

For beauty bewitched many a soul,

Then left it screaming in the cold.

Tread carefully, weary traveller,

For velvet gloves will unravel her.


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