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Mar 2018
Everything you gave to him
you can call right back at whim.
Regardless of physical closeness
a summoned soul returns to her hostess.
Some sections sullied if abandoned
can bleed blackness where they landed.
If a cleansing seems worthwhile
you can try another style.
The soul’s appendices when spent
regenerate with love’s intent.
Hues of blue that softly scatter
soon can spectrum when we matter.
Keep on crying to dry your well;
keep on praying to bind your spell.
Never try to trick a fairy, because that **** will burn you from the inside out forever. Heaven and Hell are here on Earth.
Julia
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Julia  31/Other/Texas
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