the Witches of Broadway

 

the Witches of Broadway

have given me their eye

but I don't think it evil

 

I can hear them now

drumming, dancing

plotting mischief

 

I knew them

the way they caught me

coming off a hill of harvest moons

 

they smell like pumpkins

I wonder if their nipples are good

roasted


the Witches of Broadway

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