On the poetry of performing black magic on an excellent day, when the stars and the moon aligned just right.
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EVERYTHING IS AN ORACLE
How is your vital breath? Is it filled with magic?
SHOES SPELL ♠ The A, the E, the I, the O, the U Mirrors dissolving on my tongue, Eclipsing my breath. I AM . . . dot dot A pot of luck Next to my best shoes on my altar. Is it tonight I sink that boat Of my last judgment? ‘Not I’, said I,Continue reading “SHOES SPELL”