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draw
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strength from unexpected places tears from unfamiliar eyes curtains
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upon a strength you didn't know you had: your weapons a card a blank
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a perfect circle. You will be here for years adjusting each curve trying to make yourself a shape that will never hold water.
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down the moon. You must cast a circle so your body can house the divine. Who says this human vessel can't hold moonlight? Who says you can't speak in tongues? It's only a matter of ritual. The mystical is not just the purview of old men wearing stupid hats, you know. All it takes is a little fire, a small blade, a strong intention. Once in a trance anything might happen. All of creation could pass straight through you. And I wonder who you might become, with a fox for a heart, your pupils dark as the new moon and wisteria making a trellis of your ribcage.
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I cannot draw in dreams it seems I can only scrawl stick figure factoids on napkins in a desperate bid to make you see my point (my point could use a face but I can't draw one to save my life, though my life could definitely use saving) I put pen to paper to point but fail to draw an inference
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blood yet again, to look for patterns that might explain the instability inherent in the system. Something is off kilter and we will search the red codes coursing through my veins until we find the culprit responsible for the disturbance. Or perhaps we won’t. You don’t always find a reason for upheaval, sometimes upheaval is there simply for its own amusement and you are just an unwilling passenger.
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the day around us like an ancient fur coat, lifted from a rusted travel trunk, smelling of mothballs and time. Sometimes I want to disappear, and I would take you with me. I am Lucy opening a door into Narnia. I am Alice tripping into Wonderland. And if you would take my hand we could go together into some world that isn’t this one, where we might talk to animals and know the deepest magic this wondrous life has to offer.
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what's it to you?
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