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Requiem Six: Antigone, The Heroine

Antigone, the heroine. I am proud for you, With your high cheekbones And your straight spine And your low, ringing voice. I am proud for you, With tears in my eyes- "Antigone, the heroine," He said, holding an exquisite, strong-featured mask With delicate fingers, And I saw your face in its sharp lines, And I thought, "It's true. How saved I feel, Knowing you."
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mikaila
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May 16, 2015
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#love#loss#friendship#admiration#tragedy#premonition#greek#antigone
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