Anastasia Rai (September 12 / SantaFe NM)
Evil that spreads from hand to hand.
Eyes of of fire
A stare that makes blood run cold.
Little Wight lies that becomes bigger and bigger.
Poison on the tip of a sharp dagger.
Infecting the blood as it cuts further in.
Never fails never falters.
That's sin my friend.
it will burn your soul.
Living on the wrong side of the road.
don't give in or that will be your brand new home.
Just a slight grin and the end is near.
Just one wrong step and it will swallow you whole.
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