She casts a spell with her heady scent,
leaves you lingering on words wondering what she meant.
Beautiful scars on a delicate frame,
But far from something you can claim or tame.
She is madness wrapped in gorgeous flesh,
Sorcery swirls at the hem of her dress.
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I tried pushing the walls,
Bruised my knuckles on locked doors,
Broke my back trying to move mountains.
And When I was completely broken,
And when I gave up all control
All illusions of control,
When I was free falling,
The wind lifted me up
Like a feather, I was swaying in the air,
flowing and swirling with the wind,
flying with the wind.
