Looming Magick

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Wishes of a fast beating heart:
Nothing happened.

Except a fading circle on the floor
And a spinning wind in my ears…

Now I know the distance between us:
It has a bullet size.
I cry and realize, how hard is the price

That I bet in my last incantation.
Bounded by a promise I can’t handle.
I beg for the next incarnation
To be one with you, like a light in a candle.

That’s how it consumes me.

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