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Aimee De Mooy

Fantasy

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Aimee De Mooy

Fantasy

Wondrous

Wondrous

1 min
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I fell down the rabbit hole of your good intentions.

Whispers in mazes, your name carved in branches.

Sparkling green eyes and that cheshire smile.

Stolen from the face I haven't seen in a while.


Time runs differently here, but I'm running out.

Chased by spades and hearts I forgot all about.

You can't have my head, but please take my heart.

Just say that you will, before they tear me apart.


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