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Trapdoor
What I want
Is right there.
Beckoning,
Summoning,
Taunting me
Out of my lair.
With promise
Of riches eternal
But make a wrong turn
And I've erred.
Gone
Goes the possible high
Of obtaining the prize
In my glare.
A star
Fallen out of my view
'Til I lie and deny
That I cared.
