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softly, softly
poets whisper in their pages
you breathe prose from long ago
(when history was written to be read)
wrong hands trace a strange alphabet into skin
rough-breathing-eta
pi-omicron-eta-iota-tau-alpha-sigma
i press a kiss to freckled shoulders
an unfamiliar tongue
roses - gold -
a little death.
Fragments.
Somewhere, a book shuts.
You don't exist.
poets whisper in their pages
you breathe prose from long ago
(when history was written to be read)
wrong hands trace a strange alphabet into skin
rough-breathing-eta
pi-omicron-eta-iota-tau-alpha-sigma
i press a kiss to freckled shoulders
an unfamiliar tongue
roses - gold -
a little death.
Fragments.
Somewhere, a book shuts.
You don't exist.
Heh, I have a crush on Sappho. She's been dead for, what, hundreds of years? Thousands?
Ah, well.
Ah, well.
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