The Wolf and the Fox

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Two lovers danced a rapid, discordant melody. 
T'was a devil that played it, screeching with glee.
Caught up in their lusts, the pair slipped off the cliff...

We died for the taste of each other's lips. 

What were we thinking? We should have turned around, and
Looked to see the long and fatal drop down. 
The rocks there are sharp, and the black sea below
Yet now teems with lusters still in passion's throes

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