Black dress

Weave your spell for my tilted cloth

Trapped in your enchantment that is froth

Draw a pattern to fool me, Dear

I hope I wake up before your apparition’s near

Chaotic mind, tornado of feelings

A soul that seeks healing

When will this cycle end?

I’ll just trade this black dress for a faithful friend…

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