Yes black lady, keeper of my memories.
You may cook us your red dust of magic, no I wont say no.
Time slips thru my fingers like it
mattered no more than sand. So yes put the cauldron on to the
invisible flames and let me be deranged in this playground.
Said and done moments where made undone and I recall thing's that was supposed to be forever locked down.
I woke up choking on terrible red dust.
