Feet don’t fail me now
My demons becloud again
Wont for more than we bargained
Poke me dream, will you?
Dally your barrage of goodies –
Me of fairies treat
For my placebo smolders
Surety and party, locked at Doom
Like the flogged of bush-babies to
penury
Fairy or djin, hunt me the lantern
Gold and silver to my feet
Love and power – the heart’s fill
afterwards
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