Dearheart,
she herself, a possessed sigul/ her cottage: Old Magic (intuition), you felt her true, groping sanity/ also her there, sorrowing work/ old nigh' clearly, she said, stone soul/ mouth malevolent from bends o' the rainbow/ clearest path, thirteen hands dryly were my ruins/ for you over glammer, dark thirteen world, I'd die and could, said now stall/ forces startling/ tell the gathered/ mother-naked, rubbed oils, came together fucking/ fools for fate/ the sight undressed, stretched herself like any woman/ well met, she stroked/ calling secrets/ Susannah
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