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hecate's soul
(Yes, I'm back from the dead! I think...=])
hecate's soul
ink as black
as hecate’s soul
stains his fingers,
print on paper
reaching out
i see dante’s dreams
in heavy eyes
full of worried fear
and the darkness
selena’s light?
fills up the silence
and embraces the dying
dawn that weeps
in violet and blood
bygone days
that ask for recognition
in a haze of gossamer.
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