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and the witch saith..

..just listen..

finally she gave up on him too..after all..how could a being like her.. cling on to someone..who is not who he claims to be..

tHE WiTch..sings a goodbye song..to all..the so-called..blue blooded..once a legend..yet..so soon.. to be forgotten

wrong again..she was..?

tHE WiTch.

how long will it take for you to ..? or..will I ever..?

with some questions in mind..tHE WiTch..turned back..to her..castle..of gold..

wondering..a patience of this..kind..kind enough..to..wait..and see..the..true nature of..

love thy words..or else they will betray you too..tHE WiTch..her soul..veiled..by her very own self..

delusion..flying on a..butterfly's wing..the wings of a butterfly she had..luckily.. summer was on its way to her hometown..or else..how could she continue her journey..to false hopes..one more time..

never mind..tHE WiTch..she is here.. only to remind you..of the unspoken..

heart..soul..see..sea..heart..soul..sea..

sentence..to ..word..meaning..lost..not..or.. is..it..question mark..maybe..do not be afraid now..tHE WiTch..is right there..between the lies you tell her..or..just between the seemingly silent lines..

a remembrance of the days gone by..

tHE WiTch..in pursuit of..the almost.. faded away..

when fate takes its turn..for the better or for the worse..that.. no one knows for sure..it takes..its turn..towards the little shiny window though..yet..who cares the most..about the..long gone days of..the stale winter..when one feels the excitement..of the..willing..ready to bloom even in the daisy-smelling rainy days..of ..April..

oh the fool!..tHE WiTch..thy humble servant..she was yet the one and only.. just a year or so has passed since she recovered..from..no..some sentences had better not be complete..for who is to wonder about clarity..when there is will to hope?..

feeling hard done by ?..scream to the top of thy words..or simply.. make do with..forgetfulness..mostly a habit of the wretched souls..the pure remedy to heal a bleeding wound..lies not on covering it with loss of memory..but on facing it all..thy face against the wind..blowing hard through you..the one caused by the mere murderer of hearts..

now..listen carefully..tHE WiTch..is about to give you..a figment of her imagination..