Cranberry spice heart,
Frosted gold eyes,
Ashen demeanour,
And shattering lies.
Blueberry bloodstream,
Thoughts laced with wine,
Cider, mulled, dark and sweet,
Scorching her time.
Voodoo doll figure,
Pinned up to the sky,
A needle vein lover,
Till' death shall she die.
Her cranberry spice heart,
A German witch spell,
Every spotlight will follow,
Her dance towards hell.
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Draconian shadows swing at the graveyard tonight, but you can't see a thing. Mist covers all in sight. The shape of a man, swaying to and fro is all you can see through the musky glow.
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Good afternoon Madames, Monsieurs Have I caught you at your leisure.
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