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Bewitched

Restless wanderer...A soul left weeping
Still your image comes forth creeping
My silent pleas in bottles for keeping
Stolen dreams taken as I'm sleeping

Poisoned lips beckon to drink from them
Fingers of flame brushing my skin
It was so long ago but I remember when
It's a sin I've comitted again and again

A seductive spell you have woven
I am your mistress...to you betrothen
Waiting until your words fall unspoken
Held in tethers 'til your spell is broken

~THE FLOWING PEN~
10-25-03





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