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Jan 2014
She casts a spell on me,
believing the runes to be right
I expect that this spell will last all through the night,
tomorrow I'll see
if she casts another spell on me,
and the succubi wonder why
I smile.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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