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Date: 2012-04-11 05:59 am (UTC)Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It may well be. I do not think I would.
Edna St. Vincent Millay.
never has this hashtag been more appropriate
Date: 2012-04-16 12:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-16 02:41 am (UTC)[gratuitous cuddle]
Date: 2012-04-16 03:22 am (UTC)(I decided it wasn't weird to project Lewis/Kellerman on paramecia shipping in a poem, so... bunnies are way less weird, amirite)
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