Welcome,
.
m
y
.
sweet
tangerine . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ welcome
.
t
o
.
the
house
.
o
f
.
dreams . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
w
h
e
r
e
–
–
–
everything
comes
.
s
o
.
effortlessly . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
everyone
seems
.
s
o
.
young,
.
s
o
.
serene,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
so
.
i
n
.
between . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ so
carelessly,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
laughingly,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
breathtakingly
–
–
free . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ just
.
y
o
u
.
wait,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
see . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
Now,
–
–
come
.
w
i
t
h
.
me . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ you’ll
.
j
u
s
t
.
love
Ruby . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ well,
everybody
does . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
that’s
really
.
w
h
a
t
.
I
think . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
I
believe
.
y
o
u
.
will
.
s
o
o
n
.
agree,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
see
–
–
exactly
.
w
h
a
t
.
I
mean . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
b
e
c
a
u
s
e
–
–
–
she’ll
wrap
you . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ she’ll
wrap
you . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
i
n
t
o
–
–
–
her
spider’s
web . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ her
spider’s
.
w
e
b
.
of
fanta ~ tease . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
gently
easing . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ gently
easing
–
–
chaos
.
i
n
t
o
.
clarity . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
bitter
.
i
n
t
o
.
sweet . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
worries
.
i
n
t
o
.
tranquility . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
when
.
s
h
e
.
becomes
breathless,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
restless
.
a
s
.
the
sea . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
taunting . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
teasing . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
appeasing . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
y
o
u
r
–
–
–
every
–
–
want
.
a
n
d
.
need . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
y
o
u
–
–
–
will
simply
–
–
never
wish
.
t
o
.
leave . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ you
.
w
i
l
l
.
never
wish
.
t
o
.
leave . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
b
u
t
–
–
–
when
.
y
o
u
.
do . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ yes,
when
.
y
o
u
.
do . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
i
t
–
–
–
will
probably
.
b
e
.
with
.
s
o
m
e
.
sense
.
o
f
.
serenity . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ with
.
a
.
passing,
–
–
peaceful
ease . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
You
.
w
i
l
l
.
recall
.
t
h
e
.
way
.
y
o
u
.
feel
–
–
again,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
again,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
again,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
again,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
again . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
the
haunting
.
w
i
l
l
.
keep
calling . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ the
haunting
.
w
i
l
l
.
keep
calling . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
calling
.
y
o
u
.
back . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
calling
.
y
o
u
.
back . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
calling
.
y
o
u
.
back . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
t
o
–
–
–
the
house . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ to
.
t
h
e
.
haunting
house
.
o
f
.
dreams.
Reflection: This was a personal struggle-themed poem that I wrote back in July of 2016 where the affected party has the tendency to flirt with that which is bad for him or her – and gets repeatedly drawn into the deep. It seems this will be a lifelong, all-consuming struggle and that the affected party will never be able to escape the grasp of temptation, addiction, compulsion, and distraction.