H.7 – Season of the witch.

  1. Her breath laced with the taste of fear, lay  hidden beneath the rags, hoping hate didn’t reach out its cold fingers,  it’s ugly thoughts tainting her with  pregitious ,  hoping her leaves and roots   medicines  of earth, could save her from mans hunger , from societys  greed.

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