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There isn’t a voodoo stronger than the One I put on myself.
Concocting heady potions, in shallow caldrons.
glimpses of memories,
your pictures and this song.
How I love to fool myself
you know these fragile heated words
are for you,
and those damn eyes.
I remember looking at those eyes
You may think you have heard all I have to say.
You don’t know right
know so much wrong.
Trying to keep it straight.
What is real
and what is
daydreaming at its best.
But I thrive on flights of fancy.
And I am fearless
when you are so far away.
Soon I’ll be standing near you somehow.
39 years will show up to remind me I do know fear
and seconds will be endless
as I wait for you to want