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- Alluring Doom -

A mighty maze
� � � � aloft I linger
� � � � � lost
� � � � � � without a plan...
� � � � � wild
� � where weeds and flowers
�tangle and twist
� � � �for about a mile
� � � � � �ferocious
� � � � � � � hidden beneath
� � � � � their beauty
� � � upon closer inspection
� with curious hand
� � � unsuspecting, naive and nimble
� � � � � � twas a thorn that
� � � � � � � � � struck
� � � and pricked my finger... �

� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � -M