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A window that never opens
A vision engraved in a silver lining
Fragile glass that holds seven years of luck
If you fuck with its shape you’ll get the bad
Stare if you care
Just with the eyes undress
Touch if you dare
To have and confess
Melt into the pane and swallow the silver
Tripping the light fandango
Step into the magic of desires tango
Grasp
Clasp
Unravel the mystery
Dive in gingerly
Naked flesh in wait
Want of touch is fate
That fuses hearts blistery
A whirlwind slithering with witchery
Casting black romantic magic
Tragic that it’s all a dream
Drifting to thoughts of nesting
Two peas in a pod cresting
Angel Eyes, reflecting in silver
Images, through a mirror

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