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Red crystals glint on your pink tongue,

framed by whispers of temptation.

Vixen or fox, genderless and eternal,

you lure me back into your embrace

like a sailor to the siren’s call.

I follow your glowing form

through the fog,

enraptured and caught in your net –

a spiderweb woven of deceit and lies,

preying on mortal desires –

hardly noticing your fading form

until I am led astray, too far and caught

in a haze of addiction.


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