Magic
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Francesca Testa, Grade 11
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Poetry
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2017
I am magic running
Through your veins, the
Taste of pain no
Longer sane but you
Know how it feels
To bleed this way,
You know the timeless
Torture of my tongue
The gruesome grab that
Tells me you’re the
One but when I
Turn to face the
Sun, you block its
Rays just for fun,
Yet without me you
Do come undone.