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The magi

 
Upon mount hermon a sacred sermon of the magi plotting crafting spells only men can think of in whispers
Slippers made of mammoth skin cut with their ivory were found on the feet of the magi
Their  cloth was made of the skin of the damned
Their books made from skin of their enemies crafted with bones of toddlers and written with blood of the women they rapped and tortured
I found myself amongst these wretched creatures seeking a wish
A wish to be with you
Time hasn't been kind but a bully with huge canines plugged into my soul ripping it apart ever since we were apart, the heart knows no pain greater than the loss that came the day you were never
I will trade any and all the souls in this world to be with you
Had you been dead I would find peace in memories had you left I would find comfort in that you are with another
But you were never mine, nature didn't put you on my path, I seek the magi to align our stars that I can be with you
Written by Nodrax_tepes (nodrax)
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My love life
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