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6d
Mahogany colored eyes,
lured me in like fly to honey.
Mud colored hair-
thick and fair.
Sun riding the skin,
danger trailing behind,
I've become enchanted.
Days are longer,
Nights grow colder.
I am ****** into madness.
The Enchanter is my muse.
For the Enchanter I choose madness-
I choose insanity.
For anything I would do to stay here with the Enchanter.
jasmine
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