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His touch was euphoric

His jawline could cut me open

Eyes so dark, like an abyss

I'd stare into those dark pools, and would be trapped under his spell;

mesmerised by his aura

His potion is still running through my veins

Hence why I'm still obsessed with him even though he's long gone...

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