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Gypsy Fire (Free verse) by Mutant_X Night is her song
of which to hear,i long
she wispers the words softly
as she moves her body
around the fire
her eyes are castin a spell
of a charming magic
as she tells a story that's tragic
you can smell her perfume
thru the moon so bright
in this holy night
where you dig,dig,dig
and pray
in this sacred dark
she keeps dancing
on the beats of our hearts
while breaking mine apart.
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