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Alone


Aphrodite’s bliss-

Never came close, to this.

To be Gibralatar

Barred against the briny black rock.

There is freedom-

You can’t have in marble arms.

To chart the vast, purple sky

And to explore your granite caverns.

Aphrodite’s bliss-

Never came close, to this.

 
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