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11/03/2003

~Alone and Wondering Why~

Pentagrams on the floor
Mysterious symbols on the door
Familiar pacing
mind racing
as conjures fly into the air
Potions mixed with much care
set and settled on the table
Working every spell she is able
Still and yet she is alone
weary of the silence to the bone
One last desperate try
that ends in a lonely cry
~End~