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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