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By galadrial Date: 2005 Mar 14 Comment on this Work [[2005.03.14.11.01.3765]] |
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Too mortal, his eyes say he has given up the spun cotton of dreams, the snow forts once his, the small joys that pay for the longer hours of a life. Too sad, even as he reaches out to stroke some small bit of light, he says his dreaming days are done, puts the shoes for dancing in a box, and squares his shoulders for the next yoke. Too mortal to leave, too mortal to stay--- we rock together a stolen moment, and I know my "i love you" will hurt him more than my silence. |