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Through her fingertips she casts a pretty little spell It fills with words she feels about a petty little devil Replaced by her blind rage, a hex slips past her lips Never **** off a pagan witch
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Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 10:19 PM UTC
Hex
Through her fingertips she casts a pretty little spell It fills with words she feels about a petty little devil Replaced by her blind rage, a hex slips past her lips Never **** off a pagan witch
Pyrrha
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24/F/Texas
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 10:19 PM UTC
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