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Dec 2015
Her touches connect me
to the magic and that's
what she
does.

In the weaving of spells,
incantations,
she dwells in
my heart.

There's no abracadabra can beat her
only me
and I'd never defeat her,
the magic gets stronger
the longer we touch
and the touch
connects me to her heart.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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