I'm trying to wake
Up from these dreams,
Trying to make sense
Of the situation,
But I am caught
In webs of tangles.
You reminded me
Of a dark past
In rarer nights;
And a brighter future,
Unshadowed
By your presence.
I am under your spell,
The potion from your lips
Pray tell, what was it?
I am undone,
Mind and flesh all yours,
But it still does not make sense.
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