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Feb 2013
There was once a fairy who moved
In a blue-black vacuum blur, as though she owned
The absence of things and the line separating it all.
She walked thumpingly, never believing her feet
Would hit the ground, forever forgetting
The prison of her human body.

She grew, once; a fairy who moved
On a true tack towards the world below.
The absence of magic startled her so that she rejected
The line separating it all. She gave selflessly, emptying
Her magic to the earth, through
The prism of her human body.
Written by
Anastasia Jade Bishop  here and there
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