wiccan
I am a wickan
bending
while I stare
and this is my potion
this blood
contains my breath
and with my breath
comes my soul
without my thoughts,
awareness,
memory,
pleasure or pain
just blank
without depth,
without time,
or sight
it exist
like a stream
drinked by the birds
in fractions,
in depths,
piece by piece
bending
while I stare
and this is my potion
this blood
contains my breath
and with my breath
comes my soul
without my thoughts,
awareness,
memory,
pleasure or pain
just blank
without depth,
without time,
or sight
it exist
like a stream
drinked by the birds
in fractions,
in depths,
piece by piece
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