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The Bait (Free verse) by Dhanesh M Kumar
She comes with a murky
smile smoldering even
the coolest one;
impassioning with
the hottest smooch
but smothering the
deepest thread.
The holder often
enthralls with proud
while she starts
her work on
the hand,
later jigging
the spirit of the
mind.
But it may be
too late to retrieve
as her passions
obtrude to reign
while she the
cigarette would
have devoured
your lungs.
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Weighted score: 4.8410625
Overall Rank: 10715
Posted: March 6, 2006 3:51 AM PST; Last modified: March 6, 2006 3:51 AM PST
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