my magic dancesacross the pagesof recent magazines and newspaperspulling back the pageslike i can wind back time itselfandall the years i have been awayit certainly feels no differentin the quiet of the crystal librarymy mind sizzles to a stopfalling in its own inferno wrought by me and You alikefestering to its peakin an instantafter i seecoronation

across every headline

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