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CORNER WITCH
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2020-04-06
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what would you do
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with a magic cloak
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that come three twirls
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would turn you into a bird blue?
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I'd escape out my bedroom window
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and let the wind take me where it will
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whether past the horizon or back to my windowsill
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to watch the sky's fiery chariot plunge down low
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but there's nowhere far I could go
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no hope of bringing along my things
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with legs like easily-snapped twigs
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that bleed lost promises into the snow
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and Pernicious does not as much sway
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as the wind tousling the trees' hair
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to convince me to abandon everything
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and seek her bosom in hopes all will turn out okay
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and what would Eternal Mother say when
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I turn up at her door not to sing of her animals,
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but to come one forevermore?
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to abandon my voice, a sin
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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