Inner Witch

Gather up my words
Twirl them around fingers
For every syllable
Has strength
Let them twist and toil
Deep inside as I ponder
Another spell, another rhyme
To hum late at night
For my hands can be mischievous
And my tongue clatters off
Line after line
And the keyboard
Is a perfect cauldron
To stir, conjure
Up one more incantation
Before the night is done

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