SpellboundEvening comes with a single thread of moonlight, not wanting or wasteful, ![]() like a whisper and with it, my inclusion, as if knowing without being told, ![]() I, too, am part of this world. ![]() Part of some medical act, created perhaps in a basement with a chemistry ![]() set. I circle and I stand there bubbling over with health. One moment I'm happy, ![]() the next I'm sick and going to die. Everyone has their own theory. Smoke ![]() hangs in the air and my heart, with or without wisdom, beats appropriately. ![]() Some call it a tragedy. |
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