she had a smile like the taste of the wine in the glass between us. looking at me with her legs clasping my ankle below the table where no one could see.
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Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
2 comments:
I really like this one. I wanted it to continue :)
is this one biographical?
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