Voodoo

January 15, 2016

What is this sorcery?

Dark magic controlling my every move.

It just can't be,

Unable to listen to my body's groove.

Save me, anyone,

I can't see the escape exit.

This isn't fun,

I didn't realize that playing with dolls can get so chaotic.

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