You are indecisive
with your rugged claws
Too cunning to coddle
You bare your fangs at me
waiting with bated breaths
emerald eyes
a tad bit of silver
cutting through your coat
You wait until that sphere
finally reveals itself
Paper thin trails leading
back
back
back to you
Your orbs look just like hers
threatening and delicate
They entrap me
the same way she has
Éloa 
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