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Haemon and Antigone


Beneath the branches of her once thriving willow,
she'd lie on her stomach, her cheek for my pillow,
or on the quiet green,
we sullenly met the serene;
calmly lying, after a temper's last billow,
her moist breath on my ear, my cheek for her pillow.

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