Magnetic —
Shifting poles
Like a candle to a book
Burn all of my doubt,
To be
Magnetic
That’s all it took
Turned inside out,
To see
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You are behind the white house. A path leads into the forest to the east. In one corner of the house there is a small window which is slightly ajar.
Shifting poles
Like a candle to a book
Burn all of my doubt,
To be
Magnetic
That’s all it took
Turned inside out,
To see
Categorised as: Blogs | Lyrics, Poetry
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