demeter

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I rise up from my comfy sheets Light peeks out from the curtains like a playful child Almost like my little Persephone   I gather up my supplies
            Since blossoming from the florid queen of death herself,there has always been an exquisite beauty in aesthetic variance.The floral goth contrast, the inharmonious perennial dance with darkness
It is said that Persephone ate Six seeds from the pomegranate Hades gave her So she spends Six months with her husband. And six with her mother.   Because her mother does not approve,
Demeter is tired. For she is in charge of balancing the harvest among the high temperatures that humans cause. We have been working her too hard; when it is time for her to rest for the cold months,
May my words reach their intended end,   My dearest mother. I am so far away,
She walks with confidence, Her heels clicking with each step, She blows a bubble as pink as her lips, Her petticoat swishing side to side,
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