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August 25, 2003

the song of vesta


Where is your wisdom?
It is locked in the temple...
The altar is my memory
but what will be my rituals?
Light a candle to it and
guard it like a Vestal
with the chastity of love
and the abstinence of grief

Posted by rowan at August 25, 2003 09:29 PM

 
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