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Her eyes longing.
My eyes loathing.
Her divinity clear as the waxy sea, engulfing Her Ogygia.
My impermanence disclosed by the scars lacing skin and bones.
Grasping sandy earth, I shout for Atropos, “Please, cut my weary thread, for I am ready as living without my dearest Penelope is not a life I can continue!”
Her eyes loathing.