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Her Witchcraft

ll this artful energy is divine, and legend –
Never a watched moment lost in tenderness;
Never the ghostly whisper of your gentle kiss,
Always the sweet surrender of the damned!
Look! Our frail past eclipsed by time;
Our meanings shouldered far away…they grew
Under our heartache, pushed past their prime…
Inside, I knew, that fateful day, I knew
Something stupid was summoned which closed our eyes;
Eyes drawn by exhaustian at the dread end game,
Making no sense at the mountain growth of lies…
And in this, I carefully erased your sacred name:
You have drowned me in your crafted world of pagan joys!

by Barry Van Asten

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