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Dec 2017
she's choking on her own elixirs,
bury her in the earth
so there's more room up here.
she doesn't like taking up space,
she's a lady after all.
but the soil is rotten and
already full of too many
sad little things,
it can't stand to hold any more.
perhaps she should be burned at the stake,
like the ones before her.
her broomstick is broken,
she can't fly into into the ravine.
I guess she'll just have to jump.
Written by
ryan  17/F
(17/F)   
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   eileen and Jobie
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