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Wanda
she conjured my fate
juggled my dreams
with her visions my memory teems
I was treading water
sitting on my hands
she took me off to distant lands
hands that soothed
performed illusions
making sense of my delusions
shelter in her cloak
solace from her eyes
with my pain her mercy vies
that charming smile
she shone abroad
seemed to lift my...
Saturday 4th September 2021 10:07 am
Broomstick Baby
she used to set me on fire
her eyes lit my every day
that touch a breath of silk
voice so alluring and fey
magic slipped into reverse
our love shrinks unspoken
chemistry fell out of kilter
her fairy wand has broken
careless now, her moods
weaving so casual gashes,
disdain on that elfin face,
a tongue with fifty lashes
bored and up to mischief
n...
Wednesday 17th February 2021 10:29 am
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