Magic, magic, you,
Using those spells and potions on me.
Those words that soften my heart for you,
And draped my conscience from your spree.
Tricky, pretty, you,
Enchanting my stomach with butterflies .
Whenever I gazed on you,
My mouth stumbles like it were fighting lies.
Ordinary, alluring, you
Where did your powers flee?
Your spells and chantings are due.
Abracadabra! I have broken free.
#free
#rhyme
#poetry
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