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May 2019
Enchantment is a fools game,
one we’ll play with raw abandon.

Tastes of bitter honey,
of wishes we can’t count on.

Consider your challenge called,
before the end you will be mine.

I hope you know what you’re asking for,
to the risks I remain blind.
This poem was also a combined writing/editing effort.
Written by
Lyndsey  32/F/Lost in Time and Space
(32/F/Lost in Time and Space)   
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     Fawn and Phil B
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