a late daughtering

a late daughtering. 
a late offering to didi.
didi being short for diana.
a statue the goddess or the man who knew
i fixed a bead on the containment of all human emotions. slowly tried to breathe but found every efforts cut short cut dreams cut grasses savory lights beamed lights in from above the headlamps and flashlight and hedonists came all at once and we thought it was a coincidence, don’t blame me i was young and trusting, don’t blame me i am still too trusting too young it seems to know
how to fight this thing effectively.

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