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When recalling the phrase: it lacks substance...I think of one interchangeably rotating their pointer finger and thumb, clockwise/counterclockwise. Unable to conjure the residue of truth made manifest. Yet magic touches itself... whilst making provisions for disillusionment.
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Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 1:41 AM UTC
Magic Touches
When recalling the phrase: it lacks substance...I think of one interchangeably rotating their pointer finger and thumb, clockwise/counterclockwise. Unable to conjure the residue of truth made manifest. Yet magic touches itself... whilst making provisions for disillusionment.
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Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 1:41 AM UTC
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