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Mr. Magic, how tragic
Three chances to win, and not a dime to his name
Wheels keep on rolling
A loom to weave a thread of disillusion

Lady luck looks this way
Vampire skin, jealous eyes, lips blossom red petals
Shedding the skin of last nights deviations
Swift in motion, comes gliding towards till lips intertwine
Saliva drips pollen residue, mixes with blood

Eye’s heavy, fall further into comatose divinity
The wizard’s veins pulse a throbbing beat
“Lord, keep her here, Lord never she leave me again
by my side till days end in peaceful slumber,
or encased in lovers womb.”

Wheels whirring, dizzying motion
Rocking to and froe, swaying into affinity
Come to slow, friction sets in, ‘breathe deep friend’
Eyes recover sobriety, light breaks virgin darkness
Deafness untwines into melancholic reality
Lady luck dissipates, leaving only sour ends.

The wizard plays his tricks,
Sips his drinks
Forgets what best be remembered
Another disappearing act, to a show no one pays to watch.