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Aug 2023
Curtain drops,
Crowd applauds,
The magician takes a breath.
He looks down at his plain fingertips.
True magic will never be his to perform.
If it was, he would simply disappear.
Forever.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
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