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your bewitching gaze falls on my brow the air gets thick i turn around your eyes are alive purple and green you pull me forward away i lean your eyes grow angry the magic swells it's too late for me I'm under your spell
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Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 1:46 AM UTC
bewitched
your bewitching gaze falls on my brow the air gets thick i turn around your eyes are alive purple and green you pull me forward away i lean your eyes grow angry the magic swells it's too late for me I'm under your spell
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17/Agender
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 1:46 AM UTC
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