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Our intimacy

Though tragic was noble
Like theatrical Dionysian masks
Passions lost sand-castles felled
Yet, a life that surpassed it's death
A tryst that inspired love stories
Not even the most crippled of hearts
Dare sprinkle sad tears to its after-life

The street urchin shoots cocaine
The homeless slurp sour wine
I devour my dreams, today tomorrow and beyond
Unruffled, the light lives in darkness
And so, I turn, eye in a backward cast

Memory, a far away sleeping heron
With head beneath his wing

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