we ignite like Sappho's promise
Cassandra,
I believed your prophecy
this is your laurel wreath
in our embrace
treaties are signed
weapons dismantled
peace pipes lit
this is friendship.
when I scribbled
-don't settle for less
than someone
who makes your heart
sing-
I didn't know
it would be me
trying to string
your tattered ribcage
and make music
in harmony
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