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The Witch - poem

The Witch

Her stare burns through me
She knows me well
I try to escape
Iā€™m chained to her spell
Cut me some slack
Show me some light
I cannot continue to battle this fight
Are you for real, or just in my mind
The peace I deserve, I cannot find
You create a maze, my will is weak
My feelings are dark, my future looks bleak
Back to the fire - back to your ditch
Leave me alone - burn down you Witch :fire: :woman:

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