What a hag is love
What a crone
With omens
This mist must be her breath
inescapably seeping
into my days
her womb
laughing at
my cut destiny
at the rewrite of troy
What a hag is love What a crone With omens and past lives This mist must be her breath inescapably seeping into my days her womb laughing at my cut destiny at the rewrite of troy
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