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Heather Or Sage, Maybe Belladonna
Her hands
Clockwork motion
Synapses vivid and
on edge
What craft
melts bone into
red silk sheets?
Eyes the
wolves gave her
Heather or
Sage, maybe
Belladonna
Burn at my
stake. Something
wet giving
off steam and
vapor trails
Moon is
high on our
smoke
Perpetual
motion now
Work your
magic on
me
Published 30th Jan 2015
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