A Poem Without Means or End

October 26, 2009
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Her beauty's boundless bonds beget this broken vagabond.
Her heart; hearth of his hopeless home;
Resounding, reclaiming, refusing his roadless roam.
Dreams drown his dreary desire in wonder,
Forgetting for now his futile blunder.

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