Witch Hunt
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Forego thy demons, none would be found here
Such guile belies the pleasure of the young
Until thy trials should rise of fact, not fear,
so will thy measure see the pious hung
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06/08/2018
Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2018
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