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Jan 2017
Misread her intent
Took her hand
and led her into the murky waters
Held her down
and watched her blonde tendrils spread
Called her Ophelia
Noone cared to ask what she meant
When she said death was fulfillment
to my pagan sisters, with love. thank you for sharing your magic with me
Hope E
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