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reaching in the wrong directions, for something missing,

not knowing, just what exactly, it is, that seems, empty.

anything pretty, i can drain at,

to suffice, the lonely,

i bleed dry, i'm willing to cling,

to the threaded possibility,

that my charms are convincing enough,

to act quickly on my motives,

so i can corrupt your defenses,

to let me take turns, appraising your value,

and then playfully wicked, make you submissive,

for you have empowered me, all that, and more,

and sickly, tempting the frailty, of your smile,

by kissing, the opposition, whose strength is in your weakness,

an enemy, you allow to provoke and succeed, in breaking

your very will for exisiting.