Monday, January 20, 2003

Curse One: The Wraith Comments

Rating: 3.2

You are a small shape of death crouched among leaves.
The twist of your red mouth is the torque of poison.
Tangle of leaves, spill of leaves, slow rot of leaves. . .
Misery, ruin, iniquity. You are the scuffling thing in dry grass.
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Cynthia Huntington
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