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By nothing Date: 2001 Dec 15 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.15.03.10.8861]] |
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down across the moonless moors sat a man in sunless shade too alone for shadows gray its moss this hole he knows without the color of light to make things grow she sat in shadows on the sunlit side afraid of all the green he decried honey the colors of sunlit hair the sky of her eye's hold him still in moments of quiet longing for her his memory of darkness brutal lips, chisledness so brooding of manner in his way of not meeting her eyes except for the once when she truly saw his terror she so afraid of many things he so afraid of her sat a man in sunless shade with thoughts of worship sat a maid in sunlit shadows thinking of one she made afraid |