Magick's Soul cannot be sold nor bought, borrowed, grasped, nor caught. Shadows past: spun yarns, dream-woven; our Vision, diaphanous. Spells spoken, hearts broken, joys: all echoes, silent-fallen. To Catch Lightning in a jar, or seduce Aphrodite I...
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