PERSEPHONE // there was no baby’s breath in the field and it was the voices, not your grasp, my love, that led me down. do not confuse my magnanimity for callowness or my sacrifice for defeat. this is my kingdom, my love, and I resided here long before darling hera’s pomegranates were deconsecrated. my mother may be grieving and there may be a winter, but do not dare invalidate the sanctity of my choice by calling it an abduction.
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