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Spellbind
The heart bled into being,
Of an ordinary king;
'Twas the feelings for his queen,
Whom he loved most:
More than anything;
His love grew into a space,
That he rather not replace;
Inward, it matters,
And reintroduced:
This one love,
Can't be removed –
Copyright ©
Honestly J.T.
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