the box poses on my table
so patient in its guise
allures its extent to baffle
and prove me thus unwise
to draw me closer it will bait
and lure by fine sweet sounds
perplexity my new bed mate
mischief that knows no bounds
i lie in this bed and ponder
choice is mine, is it not?
what gifts inside i do wonder
temptation's guile my lot
gilded and exquisitely wrought
intricacy unparalleled
my prolonged resistance for naught
my hand thus adroitly compelled
--bruised orange
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