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Night whisper

A vicious spell has been cast into a black cauldron to boil Trouble and toil attempts to spoil The snake is beginning to uncoil He will keep you up late reeling in hate continually accepting the dangling bate Post twelve o’clock chime precisely timed his louring voice will play games behind the candles flickering flames

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




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