I can't escape the magical . thinking It's hard . wired , thinking there's more . happening When it's happenstance . happening Again , I read the chances . differently I connect dots to lines , lines to curves . make pretty words into handsome . scripts Those scripts are littered with hero's . parts Armed with ascending arcs , they'll bow , drag and drop . me Plop me down at the gold and rubied feet . of difference I'm in different
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