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I'm warning you, 

now is the time 

to turn

run

the zero hour looms

critical mass is at hand

Oh I tried to hide my beguiling 

Mind my unconscious allure

And you, innamorato 

I begged you not to speak

for your words would surely

invite cataclysm

But there is your white-hot stare

magnet to my ferrous soul

gravitational, undeniable

circling too close

danger danger 

spiraling

nearer 

faster

until

we

go 

supernova