Poem: Spectre

Let me see something real? I envisage your eyes, dark And the slant of your lips So untrustworthy is your soul. Dark, is the slant of your lips So untrustworthy is your soul Embrace the spectre you are Yield to your hypnotic appeal Tired of the spectre you are I Yeild to your hypnotic appeal … Continue reading Poem: Spectre

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