persephone

she did not realize the significance of the fall until several rounds had passed and a pattern made itself apparent. oh darling psyche, cannot quite remove herself from the mythic patterns of her preceding lives. certainly that's not tragic. it's a matter of fate. i wouldn't quite call him a rake. la dee da, don't you know we're playing her again. i'll sit back and watch it unfold, my sweet sweet angel. i don't have the energy anymore, the care, or the wherewithal to fight back in grand schemes of poetic revelry. Ibid. please see the previous twelve volumes. change year and name of eros manifest in flesh. i've had enough of the school yard. wrap me up in the tetherball.