A vengeful goddess
She is a vengeful goddess
But surely I love her
She loves me like a child too
So she cannot possibly harm me
But I am in awe at her coldness
It reminds me of the mountain face
Where the good dogs go after they die
They go into the ground Where it is cold and damp Their bones melt away into the soil and maggots feast on what once gave animation to a body But their food bowl is buried with them That remains!
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