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Sep 2023
it will not end here.

you, the one with violets in her lap,
the one, despite her mortality, that only gods may approach,
look at me

no truth was found in the fragments of sappho,
but what lies in all those lost to another time?
you are the one with violets in your lap,
and I will die with that in my heart
or else burn that away
Grace
Written by
Grace  F/Voie Des Papillons
(F/Voie Des Papillons)   
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     guy scutellaro and Mike Adam
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