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by mossgirl19

I am nervous
Because I have
become vulnerable

to your stare...

It creeps in like an antidote
To my alienation
From magic carpet rides...

When your eyes meet mine...

The life-long belief
That a soul-keeper
is but a vanity
wears off...

When you look at me...

Like a fool
I once again
Put my faith
in magic wands
severed from oak trees...

I must be silly
To think dreams
can be reborn but...

Even my eyelashes
would reveal
That I have started
To dream again.