Tag: magic
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Aroving Asmoking Abush
A roving I’ll go but avoiding roads and no pair of brown eyes My black boots in the mud turn to brown brogues I’m drinking more than three of the Pogues White smoke from a spliff of white widow Like the bush elected a new pope.
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Full moon taking stock
Foresight and clarity, many lunar boons, moon addict Tactics non-stop advancing, Tacitus by way of Jack Vance Dragonic how I’m dancing the columns Ionic as the bonds Between me and the boys Where you’re from doesn’t matter, where you’re going matters less It all goes forever, like a road without an end There’s no need…
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Light garden symphony V
A green more green than that Ur painter needed to eke out his dream from voidslabs A scene which seen seems to see back, and indeed seems eager to convene A central womb from which it speaks a boreal communion, a reunion of squeals Equal to a greaseless wheel yet in my courage it peals,…
Alchemisland 