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May 2016
We see the bright artificial light,
the plastic, multi coloured packaging,
attraction is the unification of what we crave
and the imprint of past experience,
sipping at love as if to quench an irrepressible thirst
but find our mouths dry and tongue cleaving,
we point the wand at what we desire
yet the real magic lays within our own soul.
not about magic as in conjuring but the magic we seek in our life's in the love that we all crave.
Haydn Swan
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Haydn Swan  Purgatory
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