by Luis Medel

Created on: July 06, 2008

Like a gust of wind can hide in sight

'Til it chills a glacier down your back

Like a cloud of smoke next to a wall

can slowly seep in through a crack

A charming smile with soothing tone

speaks tender words through porcelain teeth

But not is shown through the facade

the vulgar sin that lies beneath

A wooden horse, so high and tall

I'd fail to see the need

The delicious apple dwells its core

the poisons in its seed

A sight, a sound, a touch, so sly

and meticulous and tempest

Looks for one's slip or weakest point

Timeo danaos et dona ferentes.

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