spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Crooked bow tie and wild hair A table that hides nothing Conjuring spellbinding trickery Cards vanish while coins come into view Sleight of hand since he was eight A slick box of tricks Illusions and allusions Follow his hands carefully Always looking in the… Continue Reading “Illusions (meet me at the carnival pt 3)”
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