Cast a Spell

by Slaughtered Pixie   Aug 3, 2004


Dearest,
Where art thee? Why havest thee cast a spell upon thou? A spell that thou blushes by the glimmering sight of thee. A spell that makes butterflies fly. A spell that makes knees quiver and mouth drop open. Thou has not known why thee would cast such a spell, yet thees spell is working. Thees spell havest taken over thou. Thee havest cast a spell upon thou. Where art thee?

**Dedicated to: Scott M. Reynolds.**

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