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A crow with a broken wing sits upon my shoulder Two clawfoot bath tubs are overflowing such an obvious metaphor for tears Hekate leads the way torch in hand I am Demeter grief consumes me Persephone is gone humanity is in peril The ascent has not come this search in the dark seems endless Shadows flicker upon the wall jack o lantern grins my crow says we are running out of time by September she will have eaten the seeds my only child daughter don't gather the flowers they give you it's a trick he takes you where i can't find you then the world changes forever
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