little things

it was the day I forgot my phone,
[premeditated],
at a location on the rim's seafront,
exactly as I plotted, meticulously,
with my silences, with my hopes, 
but with not my vows,
only to trap you in my hook;

like a sea dog lured in sirens' song,
[you came…],
you came and obeyed
to my little things wrapped
into savaged scents, — [since then]

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