At the confluence of beliefs


I call it kismet, so easily seduced am I by lost shoes and kisses that wake the dead.

You, hocus pocus and nothing more, though the charm you wear tells me you believe in something.xxxxxxxxSomething.

Surely you do, because Faith holds you fast in firmament I will never know.

Once upon a dream I only thought I did…

Perhaps if I tear flesh from bone and wear it at my heart, your soul will recognize mine again, and we can conjure something together next time!


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