Daphne; Once
a poem
Greta Gerwig stole the show something in her had to go it broke the girl inside to see a languid lashing-out she'd be never after, forth and back Daphne had just been a snack her way of being was so free at least, at least, she was to me her heart I stole and had for lunch she died despite her heartful hunch inside a strangest hopeless fruit the heart which lives - she kept it cute
