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PERIODS : THE WORSHIP OF DIVINE
The blood flowing from
my womb was a Beauty.
It was no Filth
It was the colour of my
power of Creation.
The smell was not
Nausiating ;
It was the aroma of the
ancient process handed
down like a Holy rite
through the hand of
The Immortal Goddess.
© my.blind.thoughts
my womb was a Beauty.
It was no Filth
It was the colour of my
power of Creation.
The smell was not
Nausiating ;
It was the aroma of the
ancient process handed
down like a Holy rite
through the hand of
The Immortal Goddess.
© my.blind.thoughts
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