Hakenkreuz Hags

celibate cauldron awaiting lechery eager flames taunting the big pot succumbing woods severing their sanity enclosure of trio cornerstones sans flaws drifting wind tarried draped in its aroma, away carried trio Hags before a nagging cave trickled steps as they sang and raved round the big pot, invoking the craved straying shavers sans dread blewContinueContinue reading “Hakenkreuz Hags”

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