With all her sin, she walks with class. But who does she see when she looks inside the looking glass? Her eyes reflect a cold dark soul. Within the frame of an eighteen year old.
Wicked, evil wind to blow.Has the time come? Do the witches know? I hear her whisper. She counts her lots. When will he kiss her or will he not?
Potion, Wisteria and Myrr,passion flower. Mix and stir.Heart of a virgin, cow to delight. The romping action into the night. Now to musk within a cloud. Locked in a bottle until let out. Cold smile, crack and fall. With a shout this spell install.
Could I have fallen into her trap?When I confonted her I got a slap.Now to turn and go.Passions burn,but the night passes slow.
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