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Dear Sigyn
Dear Sigyn,
you fool.
We both know he doesn’t love you.
Catching the venom meant for his eye,
silent even though he should cry
out in fury at your meddling.
Dear Sigyn,
you fool.
Even the serpent laughs at you.
I’d think your body was through
even if your heart was still into
an idiot’s errand that no one would rue.
Dear Sigyn,
you fool.
The end ...
Wednesday 2nd March 2016 10:08 am
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