Why are we so intrigued by that which we can't have?
Don't have?
Shouldn't have?
Things which we know are dangerous?
Even dealdly...?
We see past the bells and whistles...
The pretty exterior (and how pretty, so very pretty, it is...)
It's inticing ways (looks, sounds, scents, touch...)
We know that however sweet the taste may be...it's still a leathal as the most potent poison...
The most powerful firearm...
The most caustic acid...
And still we drink...
Too engrossed by the ecstacy of the flower to notice...
That it's slowly destroying us from within...
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