Signs are appearing
again for the emotional turn. The
testosterone proves the nostalgia.
Emotive you sleep on the
grass and your eyes are gouged by
the sun. Death by thousand stings.
Let us find some space
between us. You will survive like
Sappho. A Lesbos is created by me.
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Author:
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Comments1
millenniums later, and it still
clings to all that revolves
on our individualised interpretations, of Sappho's: Love...
intriguing as always
thank you, Guru
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