Though I spoke the incantation -- perfectly, it wasn't dependable -- at all.
I did a watercolor of the spirit of love,
sadly -- it remains unnoticed upon my wall.
I danced within a fairy ring while a blue moon, shined.
I wished, I conjured, I chanted, I sang.
I tolled the bells of the spontaneous.
I ate the substance that survived.
I called to the ghost of our temptation.
I begged him to again intertwine you and I.
He gave the same answer as the cups -- the cards.
All has witnessed now- love has died.
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