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Jun 2013
Daughter of Loki,
whose heartstrings grip the glow of the moon,
Binds her knuckles with her words and her thoughts.
Laughing from the womb to the grave.

Wonderful maiden, daughter of mischief.
Wise to the song of the caged bird.
Speaks to the Moon with the Sun overhead.
She cannot tell tears from the rain.
Victoria
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