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'Black Magic'

Xanthic candles
garishly twist, and burn
alighting faded shadows,
haunting seers

Thoughts mold into form,
bending smoke,  to air

The light's glow,
with a crackle,  
n' a heat's  glare

felled by the rush
of this mystical magic
swiftly, waftin' thru mind's lair...
Written by Poetikmind (_---_)
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