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80 {yet another Witch}
Heavy nights
I feel her slender fingers
wriggling in under my skin
tapping on the fringes of my skull cap
popping the head of my soul
exposing a dead hole
and wandering along my walls
skipping down the halls
humming a perverted tune
once a palace now a ruin
I feel her slender fingers
wriggling in under my skin
tapping on the fringes of my skull cap
popping the head of my soul
exposing a dead hole
and wandering along my walls
skipping down the halls
humming a perverted tune
once a palace now a ruin
Published 24th Sep 2022
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