Manipulation

Its subtle in his ways,
More like fingers of painters,
Words move like a con man on its prey,
Eyes twinkling to the excitement,
The innocence is wondrous to him,
Ardent to move his moves,
Calculative like a chess player,
Naivety it’s prey,
More smiles and sweet gestures,
Finally sinking his teeth and killing,
Now,
All that is left is filled stomach,
And long wailing cry of heart.

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