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Dec 2015
Crowned lioness,
jubilee for her
was a butterfly
in a tornado.
She chased after it,
finally forfeiting herself
to obtain her prize.
She was
my soil
my altar
my azure
she is my most
tragic sweetness...
she was my mother.
Laughing Wolf
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Laughing Wolf
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