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Jul 2020
My eyes jolt open.  I'm in a pool of sweat
Shaking
I can't wash off this foreboding
Feeling
And I can't be sure

Did you know what you were doing?
Your power?
I was completely enraptured
Drawn
Into your eyes and lost

You stood there - just out of reach
Grabbing
Pushing.  Promising.  Lying
It was the desperation I saw on your
Face
That kept me coming back

Was it slow drifting process?
Obsession
Addiction.  Depression.  Madness
I think it always is
But we don't know what's happening
Until it's too late

You stood there - a dead rose in you
Hand
I looked in your eyes and I
Knew
I could not exist without you
I died
Just outside of your arms

And the dreams came.  I can't stop
Shaking
I can't wash off this foreboding feeling
And I can't be sure
Was I kissed by an Angel -
Or Satan himself?
Written by
Jeanette Gagnon
70
     MS Anjaan and Zoi Ardens
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