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All magic is light

All the solace and the doubt

Darkened corners of my mouth.

I don’t get help from

The wizards.

 

Have you heard? In our age

We don’t cry and we don’t rage.

We secrete; then we extract,

Watch it shortly, put it back.

The nuts and bolts are from

The wizards.

 

Long as our red is alright

Step over with all your might.

We’ve been told multiplicity is key by

The wizards.

 

All a universe inside.

Take no form, not even pride.

Shapeshifter once you created

UFOs from elongated

Spines that crack; largely endorsed by

The wizards.

The Mother of Physics collection allows darkness to creep up on the century of brighter and brighter lights. It relishes in the silence, gorges itself on playful lies and shows its forms only in the shadows.

You're always welcome to reach out. Please let me know your thoughts below.

Thank you!

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