magic
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it was evening / when we foundyou in the garden / sleeping in the middle of a fairy ring / or that’s how we’ve chosen to interpret the event / now know that I am not saying you are magic / but rather that it is drawn to you / like all new mysteries are
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raise the curtains over this beehive / here is a magic trick / you have to wait for time to tell you the secret / but it’s noisy still / noisy still / noisy still / so much movement in so little space / is also a metaphor for my heart of hearts / there’s
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“Tomorrow wears yesterday’s face.” – Flavour text from ‘Conjurer’s Closet’, Magic The Gathering Warily the doors creak as I am reaching into the ether again my hands are billowing in the current of adrenaline and shivering like kites caught in trees I am reaching in to bring out magic trickery (n.) the practice of deception
ugly stage 