WTWrites Day 7

      For years I kept them safe In an aqueous solution. Maria stole them from me

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WTWrites Day 8

As the moon rises you draw your cards The Devil. Temperance. And what's this. You look confused. You've never seen this card before. You turn your attention to me. There's a smirk on my face. The Essence. Purity in action, thought and word. A sustained period of bliss and carefreeness. But what does this mean … Continue reading WTWrites Day 8