You serenade me with small talk.
The in's and out's of your life through miniscule repetitive phrases.
start.
You are inundated with this ongoing cycle.
It's infinitive process intrigues you.
go on.
My soul, stirred with your temptation, drifts back.
It's just a seductive set to you.
match point.
Your words, strong and unyielding, set a trap.
you have won.
They hold me helpless all over again.
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