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Midnight Ramblins #77
R.I.P.
deadwolf… 1777 - ?
`~,,~`
Salt over the shoulder,
Brick powder grounded
On the threshold of your door
Witch,
Burn all the cedar & sage you want bitch,
I will return,
As long and dark
As the winter's solstice,
And with all the powers of the night;
```~~~… … …~~~```
deadwolf… 1777 - ?
`~,,~`
Salt over the shoulder,
Brick powder grounded
On the threshold of your door
Witch,
Burn all the cedar & sage you want bitch,
I will return,
As long and dark
As the winter's solstice,
And with all the powers of the night;
```~~~… … …~~~```
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