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The Forgotten Spell...
The smell of vanilla candles remind me
Of a night so long ago, in a room not my own
The candle burned bright
It was the only light
I burned a strand of knotted hair
I whispered a prayer
And pricked my finger
The blood put out the candle
The moon glowed in the window
And I glared back at her
You'd better protect him...
I whispered softly to her...
Of a night so long ago, in a room not my own
The candle burned bright
It was the only light
I burned a strand of knotted hair
I whispered a prayer
And pricked my finger
The blood put out the candle
The moon glowed in the window
And I glared back at her
You'd better protect him...
I whispered softly to her...
Published 13th Oct 2015
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