WITCH HAZEL
Into the green wood,
where the mortar grows its stones.
Moons for sacrifice.
POULTICE
Chew and ruminate.
For whatever ails the wife,
he will sleep for good.
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 4:56 AM UTC
WITCH HAZEL
Into the green wood,
where the mortar grows its stones.
Moons for sacrifice.
POULTICE
Chew and ruminate.
For whatever ails the wife,
he will sleep for good.
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