I hear stories of magic and
having powers of mind,
beyond the physical.

I am told to have faith,
yet my dreams are
simply ignored,
even if they
come true every morning
like a science.

I will not turn a blind eye
to miracles.
I will limit myself
to be set
much higher than
ordinary blood.

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