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Oct 2020
What is this sorcery that this woman has meted out to me?
Hypnotised, weakened, I somehow stumble through my day.
Shadows of people, echos of conversations pass through me and all I feel, and reflect upon is her.

I assail her with a thousand repentances β€œrelease me from the ******* of simply loving you”
But no, mutely, she pierces my heart with her maleficium, enslaving me in rapturous yet desolate unrequited love for her.
Ann’s enchantment weaved it’s spell upon me this evening when she visited & chatted to me.
Paul James Woolley
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Paul James Woolley  M/Birmingham UK
(M/Birmingham UK)   
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