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while in the museum
by Devon E MattysAntinoos, the one whose name I do not know,
You are my muse.
Through the bloody battles,
Greece and Rome,
Stories told to
Carry me home--
You shine forth as bright as new.
Though chipped and faded,
Worn are you--
To me you're as precious
As the day of Hadrian's deed.
You, unknowing, lifeless martyr,
You are my living muse. 10/02/2001 Posted on 10/02/2001
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