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The Witch Olympics
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NOT THE NYMPH!
God, you runnin’ out of perfect
virgins with the aim to become
my wife; left alone am I, thru
vortex annihilated, still do die,
though not to lie in ruin. Take
me to another life, establish again
the truth unproven, and groove
this one unblemished specimen
into your little wicked womb?
