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that wild, wondrous magic.

that wild, wondrous magic.

i trespass into late hours listening for wings, waiting for something luminous to pierce the night she arrives draped in the last summer green, all gypsy magic with flowers in her hair she knows every secret the dark holds, and her eyes shimmer with the light of a...
step into the fire.

step into the fire.

a decade descends into yesterday’s ashes, minutes moving rapidly despite the debris you say we must push forward, that the lesson is in the journey, that each second brings clarity even when the dawn is gray and smoke-stained because time is a phoenix but i am not...