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Showing posts with label Day fifteen. Show all posts
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Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Budding Persephone

The budding Persephone
drinks wine
surrounded by cypresses.
The crescent shadows

flowering from her
soft, olive hair,
cling at the earth.
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