Oh woman! Oh being! I will teach thee a song for one destined for getting down.
One that will make you itch to trample it down.
Sing to me when you are stamping the ground. I will dance with you.
There, woman, scratch it, give it the cramps!
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Thoughts from a Lovesick Witch
PoetryA twenty-first century youthful mage, so as considered desperate for true love and affection, writes her thoughts and chants about the manifestations casted under her accountability in hopes to improve her love seeking.
