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MAGIC INK
MAGIC INK
disappeared
as if
not here
pencil
on page
completely
erased
frenetic
path
no
photographs
vanished in
air thin
invisible
like the wind
inside
the eye
stormy
skies
land of
oz
tornadic
toss
magic
ink
back from
brink
yellow brick
road
to
paper gold
Tuesday 15th September 2020 9:39 pm
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