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Apr 2020
haven is my mother,
making my family tree.
are you writing?
you can always fix it later.
i'm alright, stop.
maybe if i turn on the lights
i won't be so confused.
its purple, but i pretend it's red.
because i slaughter.
i come for hades.
and every time I think of you,
i don't like it.
who the **** chooses the name kraig?
hecate
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hecate  Androgynous/wherever she is
(Androgynous/wherever she is)   
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   solana
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