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 to you

Your orbs look just like hers

threatening and delicate


They entrap me

the same way she has

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