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I wish I hadn't had it. But I held it It was magic. I have and held magic And now I hate, and hate myself. Felted in my own fabric Of moldy fuzz and filth Is a tapestry of life so tragic built on edges of forged hilts.
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Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 9:58 PM UTC
Tempermental Wizard Matings
I wish I hadn't had it. But I held it It was magic. I have and held magic And now I hate, and hate myself. Felted in my own fabric Of moldy fuzz and filth Is a tapestry of life so tragic built on edges of forged hilts.
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Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 9:58 PM UTC
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