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BELLA IN THE ELM

How do you disappear?
How do these dark woods teach?
Some of us can't touch.
Some of us won't feel.
My bones will be there.
Dare you find them inside the wytch elm.
Now,how much these trees have taught me.
Ask,and I shall tell.

You can blind me with your reflection.
My tongue is still so sore.
You can deafen me,sweet banshee...
My tongue is still a sword.

Some of us won't love you.
Some of us aren't real~
jaspersilence
Written by jaspersilence
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Who put Bella in the witch elm?
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