poemranker ::Gypsy Fire by Mutant_X

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Free verse № 19294

Gypsy Fire

Member since 2002 · Posted 8 Oct 2002 · 2 comments

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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[6] New Life Drug 8-Oct-02/5:15 PM Reply
why the hell do you dig?
[n/a] Mutant_X › New Life Drug 8-Oct-02/6:00 PM Reply
coz it's about searchin for somethin that's way far,so i'm diggin and prayin and losin hope