you sit beneath a shadow
your willowy heart wallowing
you hold the soles of both your feet
with the palms of both hands
on the cold marble floor;
the damp sun setting-
another day goes by, without him.
he cringes for your touch
as such, oblivious under a mat of unkempt hair.
sighing like a furnace
you look out at large,
knowing he looks back














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Seven ages of Man? Ah, don't I love Shakespeare.
I liked it. Even in its incompleteness.
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kept her warm "on the cold marble floor"
your words flowing with affection or conviction
i'll keep you close to my heart...if you don't mind
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