Poetry from a voodoo’s victim

My mate on her object of obsession and the sound of his laughter

Mate: It’s like the sun rays seeping through the curtains in the morning. Such a joy to wake up to. LOL!!!
Me: This sudden poetry…
I can’t take it. But I will blog about it! Hahaha!

Her personal conclusion? She has been seriously voodooed by him.

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