It’s witchcraft!
Yes! Witchcraft
will bring you back.
I know what
I have to do…
I’ll put a spell on you:
To me you must come
and give me some
desire dined to dessert
for me, you’ll work.
That’s what I’ll do.
I put a spell on you.
In a labyrinth, with waves of silent echoes calling me through, palpable like rose petals wafting the nose to sneeze in spring,
I’m foggy, feeling my scorched earth, cracked in lines like wrinkles in the turf, reaching for your hand to save my being…
Melancholy, my mood follows me mad, knowing you’re gone. That is THAT!!!
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