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Written - September 13th, 2005 @2:08pm
Mood - Balanced
Wearing - Cherry chemise
by Wallace Stevens
(1879-1955)
That's what misery is, nothing to have at heart.
It is to have or nothing, it is a thing to have.
A lion, an ox in his breast, to feel it breathing there.
Corazon, stout dog, young ox, bow-legged bear. He tastes its blood, not spit.
He is like a man in the body of a violent beast. Its muscles are his own...
The lion sleeps in the sun, its nose is on its paws. It can kill a man.
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