In the bazaar of the wizards
You sold me the magic broom to sweep up reality
And what remains of it in dreams.
You said: pay me with the coins of your life.
Raquel Angel Nagler
Submitted: Sunday, April 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013
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