Ten things

My first words as a child were “It hurts!”
It has been the theme my whole life through
From the burn on my wrist as an infant of two
To the aches in my legs they called growing pains
I’m all grown up now but the pain remains the same

I was born in the mountains
but I long for the sea
from goat- herding stock but
christened muse of tragedy

I speak several languages but dream in poetry
My muse is Aphrodite and my lore
Agape
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Melpomene Selemidis

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