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Mar 2016
all the dirt beneath your nails
bad skin of a Toad's poison
a stirring of broth called death
and the laughter of a coven
we all are dancing circles
a witches breath of spells
come closer me dear, closer
you will live forever, dead.
Written by
nivek
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