Play the voodoo doll,
make me dance—break
the laws of thermodynamics:
react before the very act.
We don’t stand a chance
against each other.
Whisper of wishbones,
knuckles in a dice cup.
Listen: the rune stones.
Heed the old wives’ tales.
Look: a heart in the mail.
Step into my sandcastle
built on a wing and a prayer.
The first brick is golden;
blood-red, all the others
flow upwards—sand
can petrify, break the tide.
All we need is forever,

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