"I don't believe in magic",
the young girl said.
The old woman smiled.
"You will when you see him".
He was the best hell I have ever been in;
I didn't mind burning at all.
He whispered paintings into my ears
I lived in a gallery of seduction.
I saw galaxies in his eyes,
I found him in storms,
I felt him in lightning
and I missed him when it rained.
Long live the magic we made...
But sometimes
you just have to write
your own damn fairy tale.
*Note: This poem is composed of bits and pieces of words, sayings and notes that I found on the internet.
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