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The Witch’s Companions

They came not knocking—
but through the smoke, through the spell, through the seam
of a dream too old to remember,
they entered.
Bone-bound, oath-wrought,
each one a whisper with claws.
Not to haunt you—
but to keep you whole.

Poppy Field
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MamaBodhi@mamawolfgallery

Tacoma, WA 98402

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