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Jul 2015
There is witchcraft in the skies,
as the clouds swallow
the empty spaces in between,
consuming it like a lover.

There is witchcraft in your eyes;
as they burn through mine
impatiently, ceaselessly;
a forest on fire.
( It is what hides
in the very shadow of you
when it rests in a puddle of water
of the rain

that never came.)
Written by
Aniron  25/F/Netherlands
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