Sacred fruit
of twigborn travesties
They stand and and stare
Maybe the dice fall "all skulls" this time?
The river drags her back to the stream.
But somebody has to come with her...
Decided truth
Ministry of calamities.
Atoned mysteries of a path studied.
By the sun alone.
This is what it is to mingle with the devil.
Waiting to be pulled back in.
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