Sunday, August 5, 2012

dear mojo,

reverse the magic of your voodoo charms, turn inward the fire that ignites the intrigue,
allay the cool breeze that's blown across my centre for too long.
lift me up out of an arid complacency that threatens with vacany.
you are the charismatic clouds that herald fevered storm.

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dear ambivalence,

i have nothing to say to you, one way or the other.
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