Witching Hour Poem by shimon weinroth

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Witching Hour



aroused and quickened
by enchanting beauty
sacrificed
the womb that bore
him life

sped to the arms
of sweet embrace

fallen from grace
she asked
my son my son
did you hurt yourself

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