I am addicted ot this poem, it wont leave my head, it's kind of creepy, but i love it anyways:

"Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack,
All dressed in black, black, black,
She has a knife, knife, knife,
Stuck in her back, back, back,
She cannot breathe, breathe, breathe,
She cannot cry, cry, cry,
That's why she begs, begs, begs,
She begs to die, die ,die.."

~White is For Magic~

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