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A shadow drops within the space
Monotone chanting in a rhythmic pace
Candles flicker & the air becomes stale
As the woman flipping cards becomes noticeably frail
The air pressure thickens & stirs up a scent
It was pungent at first but it came & went
Over the table, the shadows start to melt
As a light appears, a sudden warmth is felt
Ezekiel has arrived, questions at the ready
The lady has now become ridged & steady
Speak or be spoken too, she suddenly speaks
But her voice is heard with no air in her cheeks
As long as the light keeps the shadows at bay
The table is yours, so have your say
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