witchy woman standing in the corner of the sky’s little black box
thick thighs with treasure trove eyes
midnight silk laced in liquid crystals
she is moonsong
she is daybreak
she is the feathered dust
trailing behind shadowed silhouettes
dancing starlit swaying to and fro
ancient spirit with a quiet glow
electric pulses feed her fingertips
as she sprinkles pixie majik
into your lost lonely heart
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