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Based off of Penelope from Greek Mythology, in the perspective of Demeter.


Submitted:Jan 4, 2009    Reads: 257    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


My beloved daughter,
How could you eat the
succulent sweet fruit
when you ventured down to
the cold, dark world?
When you leave me,
I am devastated. As are
the crops, that crumble
when you are gone.





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