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Dec 2018
your bewitching gaze
falls on my brow

the air gets thick
i turn around

your eyes are alive
purple and green

you pull me forward
away i lean

your eyes grow angry
the magic swells

it's too late for me
I'm under your spell
Written by
Jupiter  17/Agender
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