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Why should I blame her that she filled my days
With misery, or that she would of late
Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
Or hurled the little streets upon the great.
Had they but courage equal to desire?
What could have made her peaceful with a mind
That nobleness made simple as a fire,
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
That is not natural in an age like this,
Being high and solitary and most stern?
Why, what could she have done, being what she is?
Was there another Troy for her to burn?

No Second Troy – William Butler Yeats

still

i swear >

I remember you telling me something dirty, we were on that crossroads just before the nauseating crowd. I remember you liked that shirt and wanted to buy it, i remember you walking slowly. I remember you insisted, i was never convinced and still i am not. I remember you writing, planning against me. I remember and see your choice. I was talking about the flag, i remember the time you were stunned, in the bus back home. I still remember when i throw the dice, and walk away.