Wassilisa

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Love is the torch guiding me through the unknown 
fear the child I carry close to my heart 
candlelight shines from the skulls
from all the brave spirits 
who walked here before 
as a reminder that all roads lead us home 
into the eternal hug of the dark mother. 

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