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Just Like Magic

She says that I’m her sapphic sorceress,
possessing power in my soft lips and softer thighs.
I don’t sleep in a serax haze anymore,
because I’m healed, feeling life in real time.
I could change,
but she takes me as I arrived at her door,
never asking any more,
as we sleep under peaceful peach lights from heaven.

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