I propel
Into a muse
Like a spell
You just confuse
Be definite,
Avoid aggression
This infinite,
Loop of deception
Bittersweet you are,
As if one's a rose
Beautiful afar,
But thorns go unposed
I shall not fall,
To more of your ruses
But above all,
I wish no one loses
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