Wintry rain pelting down upon me,
Teasing, tickling softly,
Like your gentle fingers,
Tracing their way across my skin,
Keeping me warm with just a thought,
And the knowing looks, so dark -
Rooting me to the exact spot,
Where it all started,
Where the spell was cast, unaware;
Cast with a single beat of the heart,
The dazzle of the smile, the lingering
Touch that felt like rose petals;
Where the curse was laid, unwillingly,
Laid with the devil's fire,
Lit by passion and dark thoughts,
Taking possession of our minds,
Leading us to the edge of worlds,
Unimaginable; burning our souls alive...
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