๐๒๒๕ (0225)

Your obsession pulls me under,
A weight that drags me deep as thunder.
It twists the truth, it blurs the line,
Makes me doubt what’s yours or mine.
You wear the crown of endless pain,
A throne built on a fragile reign.
Maybe I was never real—
Just the scar you choose to feel.
Caught in this relentless bind,
A ghost trapped in your troubled mind.
You cling to me, though I’m not there,
A shadow fading in your glare.

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Notes: Tuberose Absolute, Sumbul (Muskroot), Skunk tincture, Gold Ambergris, Siberian Musk, Oakmoss, Civet, Castoreum Absolute, Beeswax Absolute, White Champaca, Trat Oud, Chantaburi Oud, Hiba, Buddha wood, Goat Hair Tincture, Choya Nakh, Jasmine  Absolute