We were somewhere in that haze
of the summer sun
Backs grow tan agaisnt the blaze
Legs outstretched to run
Achilles and Patroclus
We, just mortal men
I simply cannot focus
In your arms again
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Love and Fantasy
Poetrypoems written between classes, in notebooks, over lunches, and in the shower. ranging from emotional haikus to fictitious sonnets. are you looking for angst, fun, heartbreak, and an odd tangent about pigeons? read this then my dear fellow #1 in Pers...
