Notes
a mix for dancing with your eyes closed at 3am, for feeling her breath on your eyelashes and her hand on your waist and the silent stars spinning above you in an eternal waltz.
she’s not here, and I’d rather see her lovely
step, her sparkling glance and her face than gaze on
all the troops in lydia in their chariots and
glittering armor
— sappho
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