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Between soft clouds of puffed white warmth
Copper of Venus, iron of Mars weaving magic webs of gold in shimmering stars. Tin of Jupiter, lead of Saturn weapons...brewed in magic broth against the fates and death. Hush whispered words in tones of drunkeness MAGIC...the practise of valued ends. In thralls of spasm muscle, bone and flesh succumb signed with kisses from death's cold lips. An exit wind to ride upon The bargaining is done. |
