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    Poetry. She loved to read poetry and even tried writing her own at times. Like a secret, she kept it close to her heart and never shared it with anyone. For today, she had spent the last week writing a poem. It was traditionally witchy. Very on-brand.


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    Spirits of the night, I beseech thee,


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    Find favor with mine call and summons,


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    On the seven winds I beg thee travel,


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    And greet me in mine presence,


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    For a speaking of things that need bespoke,


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    From this moment hence,


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    Thy powers do I wish invoke,


    For things that need be done.*


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    Please please please please come.


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