I need a cold hose,
Right away.
Before I catch on fire,
And smoulder to grey.

It's as if time is counting back,
To before this.
Before it went black,
Days drain down away.

My words erratic,
So random.
It's hard to breathe,
My lungs far from tandom.

Powerful magic I was told,
Overlooking me.
A fire in the cold,
A mist to hide my face

I don't believe in witchcraft,
No logic to explain this.
I say don't be daft.
I give up.


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