Magic
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all light
casts a shadow...
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Philosopher's thoughts
mingle in my head, a
somber testament
of what may or may not be true.
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What happens
when you are loved?
What happens
to that love?
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Being loved, truly,
gives us power, the power
we may or may not use.
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I cannot feel the
power as strongly inside me
now,
but that is okay...
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my shadow
lengthens
because
there is no such thing as magic.
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