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Mar 2016
dealt a bad hand of cards and cursed with an unlucky fortunate,
i stirred the cauldron until it boiled over
voodoo vibes ran through my veins
and you were my witch doctor
black magic in the streets and traces of you lurking in my sheets
no spell can give me absolution from the curse you cast upon me
thanks for reading ❀
v i c t o r i a
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