She wears glasses
Her skin is pale
Mathematically figured
She looks at you
You're triggered
She walks to you
You look for the door
Push you down
Its lost and found
All your strength drops
To the floor
She is woman
Hear her roar
The Minister Peacefulpoet (the word witch)12/21/17
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