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Spellbound
Bright flashing eyes, a blush upon her cheek,
this vision that impales me every day,
and ties my tongue, yet nothing I could say
would set me free when she begins to speak.
The sound of her, the scent of her, unique;
the way she moves a classical ballet,
and all the world around her seems so grey
while she is vivid, coloured with mystique.
How is it that she weave...
Wednesday 8th May 2019 11:57 am
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