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She sits and waits for your arrival

While contemplating her survival

A timepiece dangles from her hand

Another day, so carefully planned

Many before you, now mere ashes

Simply because she bats her lashes

And crosses a leg, shows some skin

Yes, this, is where her wiles begin

So easily fooled, you common man

Though try you must, you never can

Free yourself from her dangerous devices

At what cost, and will you pay such prices?

Think twice, before you dare respond

Else wind up like the others, far beyond


July Writing Prompts – Dangerous devices – Day 6/31

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