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I’m just a witch. In a suburb I dwell. My home is my altar. My life is a spell. I brew my potions Of tea on my stove, Work green magic In my backyard grove. A ritual cleanse With an herbal flair, Lavender and sage Shampoo in my hair. My little familiar Sits by my side, Ineffable feline Of wisdom and pride. I arrange my belongings, With patience and care Objects of power Both common and rare A houseplant for hope A guitar for joy A pillow for comfort, A childhood toy. I welcome the night. I wish the day well. My home is my altar. My life is a spell.
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Jun 8, 2021
Jun 8, 2021 at 4:30 PM UTC
Mundane Magic
I’m just a witch. In a suburb I dwell. My home is my altar. My life is a spell. I brew my potions Of tea on my stove, Work green magic In my backyard grove. A ritual cleanse With an herbal flair, Lavender and sage Shampoo in my hair. My little familiar Sits by my side, Ineffable feline Of wisdom and pride. I arrange my belongings, With patience and care Objects of power Both common and rare A houseplant for hope A guitar for joy A pillow for comfort, A childhood toy. I welcome the night. I wish the day well. My home is my altar. My life is a spell.
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Jun 8, 2021
Jun 8, 2021 at 4:30 PM UTC
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