I am the Song of Achilles.
I am the song he used to sing,
the capture of his heart.
I am his gentle hands,
sparing the last son.
I am the hope in is voice,
or rather,
what once was.
I am the Song of Achilles.
I am his grieving heart.
I am the reason tears color his skin.
I am the dead hope within him.
I am the Song of Achilles,
An echo of love.
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Words That Used to Twist My Tongue
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