She calls me ...
its light
binds me and as an immortal creature
poisons my soul
with their sharp tusks
leaves marks on my skin
and pulling the strings
of this cruel history
to seduce my heart
drawing in my heart
his shadow foreign
liquidating my reason
thief of dreams
ideals naughty
and smooth web
entangled me in their game
is not a
beautiful fairy or a goblin
but as black magic
catches me in its winter
I woke up today without
I shook his shadow
my joys ...
were no longer hers.
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