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| Sappho |
Sweet Cyprian Goddess!
A wise fool, yet I did not see
when lust was turning into love.
Anactoria has grown cold now.
There is a new hero in her life,
a warrior who plunders her each day;
an Amazon with a crown of laurels.
I smell her scent in our room;
I see teeth marks on her skin;
I feel raw scratches on her spine.
She tortures me and I die.
Her tears and oaths do not
fool me anymore.
How fragile Anactoria looks
on our bed tonight.
How slender seems her neck.
Immortal Cyprian Goddess!
Please save me from this rage,
I'm drowning in a sea of green.
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