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When the air is still And crisp And not a sound is heard As the sharpest of minds Do wander And fixate on the absurd When the dark is Overpowering And the witches thrive Is when my soul Starts to awaken And I feel the most alive
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Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 12:03 AM UTC
Witching Hour
When the air is still And crisp And not a sound is heard As the sharpest of minds Do wander And fixate on the absurd When the dark is Overpowering And the witches thrive Is when my soul Starts to awaken And I feel the most alive
Rivi
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USA
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 12:03 AM UTC
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