Fortune

Pick-pockets bent scenes as I hurried night’s call
Terrifying whispers, a ghost seen ghosts crawl
That panic attack pin-pointed relapse
Quaking in silence, uncovered my map
A globe in my palm, more fruits did I pluck
An intuit stream from eyes at the top
A spade, a spade, a wealthy white spade
I hopped in the carriage and cried on sweet day
Perks amused, sweet blessings bemuse
The muse in her sleep, groomed in my room
The heart she refuges was sparked until flamed
Undying as water and strong as the rain

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