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// 30. 
// Story: Sapphic Figments 
// by Botched Lobotomy 
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“We are losing, Aphrodite;
the sailors and their war-ships will pierce the waves,
and shatter our looking glass.
What should we do?”

“Beat your breasts, young maidens.
And tear your garments
in grief.
And fight.”