A Trojan Hero's Looking Glass
Once Stalked by the blood stains
on the iron piercing blade.
Find Peace brother...
Loching eyes with the bright
night looking glass, often the
reflection of one's past. He found
warm arms around him- squeezing...
pressing... loving. He Clenched the
woman's hand and looked back at the
looking glass...
"Thank you Aphrodite"
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