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" she wore silk dresses and flower crowns she was loved she was soft and then she was stolen and this is the story they tell.
they do not speak of her rages when she would pull rain from the clouds and the flowers beneath her feet turned black they do not speak of how she laughed when icarus fell from the sky in a golden plume they do not speak of how she grew flowers because she enjoyed watching them fade and die they do not speak of how she pounded at the gates of hell until they opened and how she let pomegranate juice drip from her smiling lips and how even hades trembled under her gaze. "
