terça-feira, 25 de abril de 2017

Not Daphne I

They hid you
under another name
but I would know it was you
even if all I had was human pain.

And you ran away
from yourself and from me
as though you were trying to say
I caused repulsion on Daphne.

And all I was left
was the smell of laurel
which in bold theft
I'd carry in memory of you, forever regal.

09/01/2017

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