Weathered
Torn, tattered, tainted,
my Book of Shadows
Travels with me,
from cities to meadows
Drawings included;
demons and rainbows
Spells introduced,
between haystacks and cornrows
Too frequented to be dusty,
fingerprints galore
Weathered in delight,
my personal grimoire
Some may find it spooky,
but to me, I adore
Empty pages wait for me,
what do they have in store
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