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My Twentieth Year - 26. meant as a challenge - to a homophobe
Poem No. 54
I'll dream of you in the sometimes hour,
About those days of years gone past,
A haunted melody, meant not to go sour,
Dried a quiet memory in a mind dyed fast.
Your eyes are set eternal in my hope,
A thing never meant to fade,
There I see you always;
What eyes can say, when words simply fade:
a cruel glance bared its bitterness,
and lasts as long as a bad Coffey dreg;
a glance if chance held the newness,
a glance of hatred lingers like the plague.
But, I'll dream of you in sometimes hour,
About the ones I've seen in years gone past;
Some a joyous thing, others can go sour,
Dried a quiet memory in a mind dyed fast.
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