She sat at the corner
with a wooden doll.
It was damped
clever and useful.
Then it spoke loud,
I could be anything you wanted
or else I can be the witch-
to your cold fleet.
Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 9:24 AM UTC
She sat at the corner
with a wooden doll.
It was damped
clever and useful.
Then it spoke loud,
I could be anything you wanted
or else I can be the witch-
to your cold fleet.
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