Aphrodite
I break free of theeBeauty and Love
Remove thy girdle
From around my mind
Daughter born of foam and sea
Remove thy spell from me
The apple that declares you fair
Is not impressive to me
Your pink rose is as death to me
For beauty is demise to me.
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