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a sapphic that’s not quite a sapphic
Friend, you’ve never backstabbed me, even when the
arrows rained from heavenly skies and took your
breath to distant places, Apollo’s creed that
fell upon your quivering body. Now I
weep in stanzas that fill my
.
soul with only many regrets, like how the
sun would shine but all I could see was beauty,
yours surpassing all, yet a fool that let the
tides destroy the light of day – that was I.
(Source: yuujincho)
via illicitly i spoke.