Loving her was like loving a masked witch, As she cast spells of delight before she hides, Embalm herself in mystery, And every time you think you know her, She casts a new spell.
> SarahHoshimi Thanks :3 You always have great things to say for my artworks.. Well this poem is technically collected.. I have modified it a bit here... the poem was written in the "first person" format
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