> The Darkener's Console

There is a suspicious-looking individual, holding a large bag, leaning against one wall. He is armed with a deadly stiletto.

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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