Delude me.
Oh mighty Circe,
You don't need no magic
to beguile me.
Your hair alone has no match,
either Penelope
nor Helen.
Oh Mighty Circe,
away with your wand,
transpose that which cannot be undone.
transform your heart of stone
So I may climb,
none of,
rock and stone...
water and sea...
in the shores of your eyes.
I see none,
yet alone in your own demise.
Let me breathe your smile.
Let me sink in while your eyes glaze mine.
Shiver me my spine.
Look into me,
as you need not say.
How much of it,
we need.
Why then we ask ourselves,
should,
would,
could,
maybe,
How bout none of that.
I'd like to be yours
in an hour.
At least we'd know.
The hereafter.
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