The attic is always a place of secrets and mystery.
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She lay upon the attic floor
Closed her eyes
Shut the door
If her mother knew
A thrashing
There could be
This attic full of secrets
Her mother wanted
Kept secret
But the young girl knew
She dreamed them
Then sought them
An attic full
Trunks and things
Strange things
She snuck up there
This full moon night
And cleared the floor
She lay upon the attic floor
Within a circle
Painted in blood
The seven stars
Made seven points
Within the circle
Swirly swirly
Mystical smoke
Colors of all kinds
Came from many
Secret places within
And without the attic
She lay upon the attic floor
Breathing in the power
Breathing in secrets
A glow came from
Within her
Filling the attic
She lay upon the attic floor
Filled with grandma’s magic
The sorceress born again
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