Charms disarm —  and alarm. 

Some charm with leg and arm, and some with loyalty.

Eyes beguile; smiles bewile. 

All charms all hopes beswarm. 

Love charms; justice disarms.

Guileless becharms; get up and ready all alarms. 

Lip’s charms weld storms, but eyes unleash devastation. 

Allurements, they’re incurrments; glamour — it’s a hammer. 

Trust not in charms, for clocks turn all to worms. 

It’s charm and loathing, thin skin and thin clothing. 

Appeal will anneal and beauty turn to dusty stone. 

Hostility ever peeps through the eye holes of the smeared face mask of charm. 

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