The Fortune Teller's Cabin Part 1
Last Wednesday afternoon,
When I left my tomb,
There was a letter at the door-
Pentagram stamped,
Madame Rapoza's scrawl:
"When we last met,
Your heart was in the woods
And my cabin bare,
But how can I tell your fortune,
without you there?"
To be continued...
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