Smugly teasing With a trace of a smile, Never ceasing Confidence in her style; A presence so faint Corrupting my will-power, Her heavenly taint I can taste every hour. Daring the thought That I might have broken free, All comes to nought As her image takes hold of me; Seized by the curse Like a leash on a cur, All I have to nurse Are endless thoughts of her.
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