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Hello Persephone!
Is that you standing hidden in the woods
Can I have a word in your ear?

Persephone!
I can see you as the leaves are getting thinner
Can I have a word in your stone ear.

What’s he like your dark boyfriend
He must be anxious now the summer’s lengthening
I bet he worries the pomegranate between his fingers

Eyes like black in his pale face
He’ll have been lonely all the dreaded spring and summer
Through the long boring days and the white nights

Before you go Persephone
Tell me about his soft black clothes and dead white hands
Palms filled to glowing with pomegranate seeds

What’s it like to be kissed by him
All winter long, full and quiet as a root
Far away from your mother’s storming shrieks

Hey Persephone
I see how you’re looking at those rabbit holes
Do you hate your mum?

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