The Wicked Witch of the West
Water spilt on me
I am beginning to melt
Save me from myself.
Tumble
A violent shove
I tumble down the staircase
My world is now dark.
Satin's Promise
You can have it all
The world will be at your feet
For a small price.
(Written in early 1995)
(Written in early 1995)
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