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My hand is still locked in yours My lips still hold fast to what I long adored I rise each day and feel only cold and longing Wishing our acropolis hadn’t washed away with the rain Hoping your hand will find its way to my chest once again You loved the greeks and I was your god I was cast in bronze, you cast in marble We both stand in the shadow of a city far and cold But you rise two hours late and things are so different And I miss our warm silent town and waking at the same time And I ache to know that your form is not mine That there wasn’t enough time in the world for us That I cannot drink away your body with mine And I miss knowing that the same stars shone over you and I Whether or not we lay underneath them together

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