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Potion

I took what she had to give –

this old mother covered with a

worn black shawl

The hand that held the

bottle was gnarled

like an ancient tree branch

– a simple potion of bark and ashes

She promised that one sip would

cause love to flow – passion to

burn like fire

I did not sip

I’ll leave future

to fate

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