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Merlin’s Spell
Chapter 1 • 69 Words
cold breeze brushed against my skin
sat still like a mannequin
mind's fragile like a porcelain
long lost longing emerged from the coffin
braced myself for the toxin
all the blood splattered on the basin
his heart's pure as a virgin
mine keeps its barricades within
for your name engraved herein
O Merlin, break the spell i'm in
when every blessing feels akin
to every wound i sheltered in