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I Have Gone Out A Possessed Witch Haunting

I Have Gone Out A Possessed Witch
Haunting The Black Air Braver At Night
Dreaming Evil I Have Done My Hitch
Over The Plain Houses Light By Light
Lonely Thing Twelve Fingered Out Of Mind.
A Woman Like That Is Not A Woman Quite.
I Have Been Her Kind.

I Have Found The Warm Caves In The Woods
Filled Them With Skillets Carvings Shelves
Closets Silks Innumerable Goods
Fixed The Suppers For The Worms And The Elves
Whining Rearranging The Disaligned.
A Woman Like That Is Misunderstood.
I Have Been Her Kind.

I Have Ridden In Your Cart Driver
Waved My Nude Arms At Villages Going By
Learning The Last Bright Routes Survivor
Where Your Flames Still Bite My Thigh
And My Ribs Crack Where Your Wheels Wind.
A Woman Like That Is Not Ashamed To Die.
I Have Been Her Kind..

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