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The loneliness of stoics Rocks, ancient rivers Streaming only through Blue hills, shadowed banks The shade that makes All bare boys shiver Beneath the leaves. The lake glistens Such golden boughs Hanging overhead Lanky limbs Wrestling Sharp elbows Digging Into ribs Upon damp grass. This was the time Before women Before black hair Swung lightly over Our shuddering shoulders Before dark eyes Consumed Fiery tongues Before we could imagine Such soft perfumed skin Existed Only in dreams Only in books And then…our life.
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Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
The Loneliness of Stoics
The loneliness of stoics Rocks, ancient rivers Streaming only through Blue hills, shadowed banks The shade that makes All bare boys shiver Beneath the leaves. The lake glistens Such golden boughs Hanging overhead Lanky limbs Wrestling Sharp elbows Digging Into ribs Upon damp grass. This was the time Before women Before black hair Swung lightly over Our shuddering shoulders Before dark eyes Consumed Fiery tongues Before we could imagine Such soft perfumed skin Existed Only in dreams Only in books And then…our life.
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Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
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