CHRISTOPHER EATON

i make from your eyes the sun

 

you have to remain outside

:

once were the ashes swallowed
secure a lock of hair
a small amt. money
1 drachm tormantil wort 

split the deck
& call in
                                       werewall, or

some sucked teeth     (at this she yellt)

:

 

“behind our house / some rest”

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