poem I wrote

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BEHOLD

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Everybody knows a witch

Even though everybody 

May not know they know

A witch

Still, the witch knows they know

Or do not know

This makes no difference to the witch

As it makes no difference to the moon

If it is observed or not

The moon travels silently past

Glowing in the darkness

Seen or unseen

Full or crescent

Flowing past without fanfare

Like a witch

Whose heart is like an altar

Ablaze with the mysterious powers

That rule the stars

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