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Maybe I’m more witch than you know.

I can conjure love,

Though with my touch it becomes dust;

Dry and clinging and thin as air.

I can make your dreams come true

In nightmare fashion;

Dark, and screaming, and empty.

And I can bind you to me with your wish to be free,

Even as you walk away.


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