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A Witch

We are the ones with autumn in our veins. - A.R.

By Alexia VillanuevaPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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There is a magic in the night when pumpkins glow by moonlight.

I cast a spell

to make you fall

in love

I am nothing

but darkness

that hides in

the crevices

of your eyes

The very tears

I drink in my

salted caramel

tea

You have kissed

a witch's lips

but I never cast

a spell on

those blue eyes

The moment I

kissed those lips,

you broke my spell

as tasted your sweet

soul on my pink-snaked

tongue

I am nothing but

the sand in your hourglass,

the holy water

that chokes your very

throat

I am not sweet

but rather deadly,

so I ask you not

to love me

Yet, this witch

has fallen in love

with human boy

surreal poetry
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