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That charge that lingers in the air
a hum whistles through every tree,
the truth beneath fictitious layers 
where you always wanted to be;

The taste of water on your skin 
the heat of fire behind your eyes, 
Electric air, it will begin 
magic lighting up the night sky;
Take care where the energy goes 
the bad will come back in triple,
from your fingertips to your toes,
and it harm none do what you will.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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