she walks barefoot in the moonlight and whispers magic to the wind

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magick is not something she does, magick is who she is

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lie awake in the night and listen for the witch’s promise

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loving a witch is difficult

it’s no picnic breaking up with one either

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don’t wish for a kiss from a witch in the moonlight

it might ruin your whole evening

it might ruin your whole life

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love a witch

it’s a short life filled with incident

and slimy things in jars

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

she has something very much darker than ice-water in her veins