Called Love
sweating
cry out
in the bed
bad dream of her kneeling over you
making evil magic
trapping, branding marking
making movements with strange hands
often
moaning
get up shoo her away
with that crazy look she carries
calls it enlightenment
calls it rebirth
sweating
cry out
in the bed
I'll make you forget
what she did
what she said
come close to me here we have a different
kind of magic
and then we can sleep
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