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we are witches
we are all witches
our bonfire's a mile high
our broomsticks can make us fly
pull our stockings up mid-thigh
cackle at the passers-by
we are witches
we drink potions to ease the brain
douse the pain in hot wolf's bane
dream of all the men we've slain
to keep us young and thin and vain
we are witches
we gather memories we tether
just like sprigs of dried-out heather
we mix them in a brew together
and banish them back to the nether
we are witches
and when we've finished with the night
our coven starts to feel all right
we stagger home before first light
forgetting all about our blight...
we are witches
Literature
Dromomania
Every day I turn the key in the lock
Hoping to find you
tucked into the white folds
of an envelope,
of the bath towel I left on the sofa this morning.
But you and I, we haven't the breadth for that sort of thing.
I wish I could send you something of spring,
some distended meteor green with hope.
I'm watching the last of the oak leaves cling
stubborn
and I think
spring may not be coming this year.
There is no birdsong, there is
the furious sleeping of toads in the mud.
I came on the bench
where I slept in the warmth of your memory
this time last year.
Now the thought seems less mine and maybe it was
me you'd dreamt beside,
m
Literature
In the Syllable
...then there is a way in diswaiting.
Dust some yellow sand covers,
here uncover bare bedding.
...suffusing red planes, blushed dunes,
under incidentally quilted blanket
wet as arid curves, as sounds.
...in a persistent pavement,
in a solemn unsuited promise,
some written words erase
some letters drip and soak
unto a perfuse miracle,
a dislocated split,
a letting go of...
Literature
Kosmiczna Zaloga Ch7
02. Walka z nieznanym
Kiedy się nie wie, z czym się walczy, trudno jest zwyciężyć.
01.
"Lecimy w kierunku Ziemi. Nadświetlna nie działa, więc dotrzemy tam może za miesiąc, albo dwa. Podróż jest monotonna, nie spotkaliśmy jak dotąd żadnej planety. Może to i dobrze, bo przypominałyby mi Kraranów, o których nie chcę myśleć. Nadal niepokoi mnie dziwna śmierć Fire`a. Wyrzuciliśmy jego rozpuszczone zwłoki przez śluzę, ale nie mogę zapomnieć wyrazu jego oczu, kiedy opowiadał mi o tym, co widzia
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Wanted to write something playful like stories I read as a kid.
Not really about witches...
Not really about witches...
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This is really nice; it flows rather efortlessly 
one thing I would say (tis indeed a small thing) is where you say "wolf's bane", it's actually meant to be just one word; Wolfsbane
one thing I would say (tis indeed a small thing) is where you say "wolf's bane", it's actually meant to be just one word; Wolfsbane