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December 27, 2014
All Poetry

Lost Magic

There are many forms of loss
Certainly losing blood or kin among the highest
One must not underestimate the creeping and crippling losses that lay in the shadows
Words spoken and not meant
These over time can wear away the strongest metals
Like a drop of water constantly dripping
Cutting in ways not noticed
Until ones foundation is weakened
Dying a death of a thousand cuts
Each one insignificant
No greater sorrow then the loss of magic in ones heart

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