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Roll back the clue from this twine.

See that Gladius and buckler strapped by your side.

Let the head that makes flesh out stone be bagged.

dont swing the club yet,

but when that one strikes from the heavens.

Run,

Keep running to Heaphastos Realm and give all these,

then He’d know

what to make,

only one currency you’ll have to give. . .

that is when you see him.

You’ll know.

🤔😎😀😁😂😃😄😅😅😆😉

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Boxed out.

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In all of your gifts,

that you will have give to me,

of all out of the evil within,

that you can get out and into,

Please pry them out,

let them loose upon tommorow,

let your curiosity be set on my box,

and hope decides on me,

while i live on and upon it for the rest of the day.

UNVC3: Elpis de coda

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Set this elpis on fire,

set this motion and let it roll on the wire.

As Skoll went and lament yet laughed hard,

Then Hati never had any score settled.

Did that flames of all the doubts,

and the scorn of my fears,

it does get born.

Erstwhile that Elpis did move under my jar.

What hope can,

what life maybe,

where is step,

She may be,

maybe.

On this. .,

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I face and see nothing but the full moon,

In june.

I want to be involve in you,

still you kept me in initiation of the rites, rituals and the love of you.

My sweet sweet month of June,

keep me here before the hunters moon,

Don’t deny me of mother Demeter’s love,

please let me speak to Diana as we will train in her love of Kyudo.

Come on June, please please dont keep me here waiting for you.

Refractions of August

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Have I come so far,

to see mys3lf that to rule my d4y.

T0d4y I wll face it with

Nike’s grace and Minerva’s tarnh3lm,

I will not fall only to glide upon each season,

while Hades smile with Persophonie.

As summer turns it up with Fall.

Aah my sweet Chiron,

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Let me be my own Herakles,

as you watch me grow,

upon and unto your eyes;

yet when the crucial time that is ripe I am free

of your training,

of your edifications,

of your love you gave. . .

In one swoop my Icarus wings are built,

fascination will be my own downfall,

and I would fall,

so shall it be then,

I will plummet but rise into mine own.

Please transform me. . .

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Mighty Circe. . .

with your love,

Mighty Circe. . .

with all the magic of love,

So I know how it feels to be unloved,

that the pig in me, knows when to eat my words.

that the wolf in me, knows when not to lurk in my mind.

that the owl inme, stops thinking and eat my brain so to speak when to listen.

Please my dear, my nymph, my lovingly cute Circe,

transform this mind into something not of me,

but for me.