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In a wistful instant, the flesh arrives

to mirrors pleading come

to stars guiding up

without a way to get out

From a pair of witching eyes,

Inside, a witch’s eyes,

Eclipsing moons
of velvet black runes

and white smiling tunes

embracing a charming doom

Like a murmur broken by sighs,

trembling at a first touch

Inside, witching eyes,

Touching blackness

Sending brightness

black-jam softness

reaching out,

Witching eyes,

light, darkly in me…

Dreaming a poet’s life with every sigh

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