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voodoo doll [poem]

a stitch slips into the fabric
and the needle pricks my fingertip
call it an offering
payment for the spell
justice woven in my blood
a little doll to dance away her bitterness
until cooler heads prevail

Author:

bookdragon, poet, witch

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