to live like your blood is fire. Instability screamed silently in the echoes of your name from painted black lips , teeth bared as if to mimic some wild animal, all smiles and false sincerity . Your quite the clever little witch , dearest Samhain , and yet you still crave their cries, the way their meat tastes melting on a wicked tongue .
- website: Witch, By * LUNA ! ( @DeadInc )
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