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Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Darkly Dreaming Eyes

The Fine Duel:

In a leaf-strewn garden where
Colors run
Through vales unknown to care,
    —There shall our fine duel be.

On a purple gossamer dawn
When night
Retreats and day is gone,
    —Then shall our fine duel be!

Ah, duels might be divine.
In light
Like rare communion wine,
    —But you . . . no longer love me.

Ricardo Ewing.


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July 11, 2018 | Permalink


Yes I do. In a cis-gender way, not that there's anything wrong with that.

Posted by: Kevin Hayden | Jul 11, 2018 11:41:07 PM

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