Finally. You.

by kdillmanjones

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Thrice the solstice killed him,
rotting him in the earth.

Thrice the full moon raised him,
haunting a shadow.

Thrice the goddess wept for him,
carrying his child.

Death. Resurrection. Birth.

Finally.

You.

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* 33 words on third time’s the charm.

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