Intrinsic HoodooA Poem by icaros13And I'm standin' at the crossroads, believe I'm sinkin' down- Robert Johnson
You need no dolls or pins
Potions or powders Your Hoodoo, intrinsic; Creating love-drunk slaves Where wise men once stood Mojo Hand, useless My Gris Gris, empty dust Your beauty, your grace; A lodestone eating magnetic sand Pulling life from my veins Rootworkers and Saints And crossroads salesmen Haven't the power To break your conjure; My soul, already sold © 2012 icaros13Featured Review
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Added on August 6, 2012Last Updated on September 2, 2012 |

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