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