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Twisted

I wonder if you see me , if you really care, If I’ve become some spirit , just passing through you there. A will’o'wisp with no real form, to tie me to your sphere, I am just a haint to you , with naught to hold me here. We used to be lovers bold, and cared naught who saw, held tight with bands of brightened gold, without a taint or flaw. But you have found another, who’s caught your soul from thee, torn it like a paper mask, worn on Hallow’s eve. So tis not I , the haint, but you my dear, and you don’t realize, the spider caught you in her web , and drained you with her lies.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 1/22/2014 7:50:00 PM
So well written, but the offender seldom sees words written to express the heart's condition or wouldn't understand if they did. Indeed a portion of life is drained when casting others so blithely aside.
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Date: 12/14/2013 8:01:00 AM
very nicely penned Jeanette...best wishes
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Date: 12/5/2013 6:06:00 PM
Jeanette, I am spellbound! You are one talented writer! Loved twisted!
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