a beauty
an irreplaceable beauty
that even seraph and hera
would be envious
i look in front of the mirror
learning to look and act like her
to be loved by the man
who loved aphrodite
of great beauty and prowess.
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ninth avenue - poetry
Poetry__ heavenly bodies only know where you are now. maybe i was not holding on too tight as you slipped away. wasn't i still yours? __
