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If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho by Sappho
And their feet move
rhythmically, as tender
feet of Cretan girls
danced once around an

altar of love, crushing
a circle in the soft
smooth flowering grass
         danica smith, astraea, What4221, stopdoopy, Ciel Noir and 52 others
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