After Halloween Slump
My magic is down.
My spells mope around
the house like sick old dogs
with bloodshot eyes
watering cold wet noses.
My charms are in a pile
in the corner like the
dirty shirts of a summer fatman.
One of my potions died
last night in the pot.
It looks like a cracked
Egyptian tablecloth.
źródło: All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace
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11.06.2026