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They think Absence is a cruel mistress A gorgon with brass talons who rends our bonds And eats our hearts Dousing flames and snuffing out all the candles we lit together But she is a gentle gardener Sowing seeds of strength with calloused, work-toughened hands Watering desire with the dew of distance Counting day after day until the fruit of reunion is Ripe and sweet and tender.
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May 30, 2022
May 30, 2022 at 6:44 AM UTC
Ode to Absence
They think Absence is a cruel mistress A gorgon with brass talons who rends our bonds And eats our hearts Dousing flames and snuffing out all the candles we lit together But she is a gentle gardener Sowing seeds of strength with calloused, work-toughened hands Watering desire with the dew of distance Counting day after day until the fruit of reunion is Ripe and sweet and tender.
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May 30, 2022
May 30, 2022 at 6:44 AM UTC
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