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She brings along an obscure world.
Dissecting my mind she flows.
Creeps into me, spreads into my desires.
Mystic verses she narrates,
spells from the place she comes.
Interpret her music I cant.
Sway to it, I cant help.
Mine for a second, soon won by distance.
I try but cant wipe the illusion.
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I just stumbled across this ~ very haunting ~ and kinda what's been said ~ I dont think its a compliment when said ~ but still weirdly beautiful "Interpret her music I cant.
Sway to it, I cant help" Yup ~ its the mysteriousness that we mesmerize others. Thanks
I love that. It's a weird feeling when you feel someone get inside of your mind and tears it apart to know you...it's nice that you expressed that because I have felt that..subtly..but I felt it... Nice poem.. I love the adjectives... You have talent. :)
I love this... especially the hypnotic quality of the poem yourself, when it comes to merely describing a period of hypnotism you're having yourself. I like the diction, and the flow... and am very happy to have gotten the chance to read this. thanks ^_^
