i know a presence when i sense it
there's no use in hiding if there's no care in the air
they only want me when they need me
i guess my worth depends on my benefits
i am like a lighted fuse, a ticking bomb at most
or probably a candle with an almost melted wax
maybe that's what i was
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Witchcraft
PoetryThis book is written for the magical beings, for the peculiar ones, for the outcasts and the rebels, and for all who are being hunted by the society's standards.
