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Apr 2014
Her touch still haunts me,
Her absence burns,
My mind is finally free,
But my stomach churns,
Her halo blinds me,
Her wings leave a scar,
I swing so softly,
But I don't fall too far,
Her brilliance is a curse,
Her charm is a hex,
My soul follows hers,
But I fear what comes next,
Her eyes plunge deeper,
She is purely magic,
I still find her a keeper,
This love is tragic.
Written by
Matthew Mefford  U.S.A.
(U.S.A.)   
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