I’ve run out of magic.
I’ve run out of
that special stuff.
the extra push
that always got me by.
I’ve used up all
my wishes
& 11:11s
& shooting stars.
you know,
I’ve been searching for
four leaf clovers
my whole life
& ain’t never
found one.
well, I turned
a horseshoe upright
but it fell crooked
right away.
[I just can’t make
Lady Luck stay.]
I’ve run out of magic.
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:/ we'll be luckless together

