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I once had thought I had done well by Heracles
I married him and gave him eternal youth
But I could not take away all those scars
Of his younger days, the things he’d done
Under the influence of those
With more power than he had
Power to twist his mind
And turn him against
Those whom he loved
Forever
A soul
Marred
About the Creator
Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
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