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A Desert

a true wasteland he is
offering nothing but embrowning
with embraces so raspy
wanting only to lure
with illusions so endearing
making resistance inconceivable
a master at deception he is
imitating the insolate
but exuding lunation
unobjectionable yet noxious
replete yet vacuous.

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