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Jan 2020
Spells and illusions,
Keeping me in disillusion.
Dancing to your tune,
Dressing up as your muse.
Much of the truth you hide,
But baby, spells eventually die.
Written by
Claudia  23/F/TT
(23/F/TT)   
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     Bogdan Dragos and Khoisan
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