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Her teacup gathers words,
copper-songed
under the rim,
spilling temptation like a raven's wing.
She says my future's bright -
a ripe, fine apple
to be plundered,
my hopes a restless treasure
daring me
to change direction
and drain the danger
left lurking
at her edge.
copper-songed
under the rim,
spilling temptation like a raven's wing.
She says my future's bright -
a ripe, fine apple
to be plundered,
my hopes a restless treasure
daring me
to change direction
and drain the danger
left lurking
at her edge.
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