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Blackened Cauldron (Free verse) by Ellie95

The Burning toil within my soul, as if an evil witch stirs my gutt from with in her black cauldron, to my end. The turbulant chantings of the end whisper to my heaving bones. No rest I can find with this turbulance inside myself. No peace I gather from the Evil spell, of dark witch who controls me with spells of evil.

Signature 21-May-04/12:28 AM
Ohhh. K. Obsess much?




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