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I behold her, bathing in a foam-fall ever-growing moonlight diaphanous, draping her alabaster ******* Her hair, a bed of nymphaeas swirling around her — another land, another time. She moans through Cyprus stone I lean like Aphrodite on the tower balustrade, the Moonlit Bell twinkles, a mirror across the fates, under the moon she sees me too.
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Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 3:11 PM UTC
BELL OF SALT
I behold her, bathing in a foam-fall ever-growing moonlight diaphanous, draping her alabaster ******* Her hair, a bed of nymphaeas swirling around her — another land, another time. She moans through Cyprus stone I lean like Aphrodite on the tower balustrade, the Moonlit Bell twinkles, a mirror across the fates, under the moon she sees me too.
just a love letter to aphrodite
sisterhoney
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Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 3:11 PM UTC
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