A Wandering Dreamer’s Words

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You stole my magic,

With a laugh,

Thinking you had broken me,

Bested me.

It will turn bitter on your lips,

As sparks fly again,

At my finger tips.

The mind of this writer, is very much like a wandering dreamer, these are the things she’s come up with, some prompted, some not.

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