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By Abogada Submitted by Abogadalbny Date: 2006 Jul 21 Comment on this Work [[2006.07.21.23.34.21782]] |
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I would tell tawdry tales That summer Of my clients' innocence And my love of living alone. I would walk miles in the hot sun And spend long evenings at the gym Just because it felt so good to feel something real Even if it was merely the pain in my joints And the taste of my own sweat. I'd repeat mantras such as "Every accused is entitled to a zealous defense," and "I don't need anyone to love me." But most nights I couldn't remember How to believe either one. All in all they were quiet, humid days And I spent most of them Elsewhere in my mind Envisioning and perfecting A coupled life of virtues That had yet to appear But existed, nevertheless. |