Virtue of the Moth: Poems by Danny Price
Monday, October 27, 2014
Without The Witch
I cannot be cast
under any moon,
upon any soul.
If not for
her,
I don't exist.
I am the recipe, she is the cook.
I am the effect, she is the cause.
I am the spell, and I
need her
so.
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