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Casting Runes
Casting Runes
What price the steaming goat entrails
Coiling on a dusty Roman street?
The clouded mysticism of a crystal ball
Peered into for some future comfort?
The divination of ancient Gods
To tell us where our slouching bodies go?
The smoke and mirrors of
fortune teller, crystal-gazer, spaewife, seer,
soothsayer, sibyl, clairvoyant, prophet,
oracle, augu...
Monday 11th May 2020 3:04 pm
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