Words as Agents

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Cold and deadly, came the agents’ ladies,

To seduce my past self; his timid mast

Floundered under a veil of skin that’s pale.

“Words are power,” said one whose fake lover

Whispered to a cunning Darkness, “Possess 

Me with your holy woes.” arose Her prose.

Alas, I forgave because of the grave;

The grave of the Ego. The truth? We go

Towards that which rewards outward appeal.

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