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My Doll
And Voodoo laid apon those feet that do me wrong
I cast a spell
Through lick of frog and blowfish kiss
Bones In grind
Nails in prick
While banty yowls
Body in thrust of blood lust
And drum beat as neck bleeds
And swell this smell
Iron and sweat...putrid smoke
Of thoughts burning....
And he die
Those offensive feet
To everyone one but me
New master of
My fruitful zombie....
I cast a spell
Through lick of frog and blowfish kiss
Bones In grind
Nails in prick
While banty yowls
Body in thrust of blood lust
And drum beat as neck bleeds
And swell this smell
Iron and sweat...putrid smoke
Of thoughts burning....
And he die
Those offensive feet
To everyone one but me
New master of
My fruitful zombie....
Published 12th Jun 2016
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Scary work, Jen! Sounds like a living doll to me, well under your spell.
" Bones In grind
Nails in prick
While banty yowls
Body in thrust of blood lust
And drum beat as neck bleeds
And swell this smell "
My blood runs cold! You must know a thing or two about voodoo, ma chere. Just watch out for Papa Legba...
" Bones In grind
Nails in prick
While banty yowls
Body in thrust of blood lust
And drum beat as neck bleeds
And swell this smell "
My blood runs cold! You must know a thing or two about voodoo, ma chere. Just watch out for Papa Legba...
12th Jun 2016 4:28am
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- Edited 12th Jun 2016 9:54pm
12th Jun 2016 9:53pm
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