Dark Love

My dark love.

He pulls me into a swirl of emotion,
releasing my soul into a whirlpool,

The swirl of emotion out in my head,
are all a consequence to the things he said.

Wishes wanted not,
things unheard of, untried, unkempt.

Do not try to figure me out,
I’m not your regular mystery.

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