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Broken glass
Pieces caress
His tempted skin.

Falling from shelves
Flying in arms
Hissing "This is meant to be"

Time will pass
And I will cast
A simple spell
To stitch up scars
To heal all wounds

But didn't you ever hear, darling?
Magic isn't real outside the fairytales
You read
Before bedtime.

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I DONT KNOW

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