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Her hair is long with curls of dark grey,
with hands almost bone smoothing the clay,
wrinkled skin creates a shape of perfection in mud,
turning to take a knife and add her own blood,
filling the inside then sealing the hole,
casting a spell to transfer her soul,
entering the clay as it pulls her in,
changing from mud into smooth perfect skin,
opening her eyes to see clearly ahead,
her old body sitting there showing her dead,
the transfer complete with all parts working great,
a younger woman ready to go on her 2nd date,
trying to find a dress that no longer fits,
and now her bra too big for her tits,
while looking around a knock on the door,
freezing in position while searching on the floor,
he pauses for a moment with flowers in hand,
she turns to look at him hoping he will understand,
telling him the story which he may not believe,
knowing shes a witch and this was to easy to achieve,
but his concern is not that which would appear to be,
as he points to the part which is easy to see,
she forgot to sculpt a vital part for their fun,
and this is a spell that cannot be redone.