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me.

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These Faceless Men

By Fortuita

Dear as remember'd kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret.

	From Tears, Idle Tears, Alfred Lord Tennyson

Seeing one of them, sometimes, I think of you. 
I've known you to be their grunt, do their dirty 
work. But you're never one of the faceless men they 
send against me. I know your face too well.   So 
its against these faceless men I pitch and sway, 
barely a prick on their surfaces.  And to them, 
I've given my life, and yours, somehow, they also 
own.   Admire my devotion, Alex, if you can. Tilt 
against your own windmills. You'll probably never 
know, what if. But for those faceless men, I would 
be yours. My devotion, the life I've given over.   
And, what if. But for them, perhaps, perhaps, you 
would find your way to being mine.   But the choice 
is made, was made before we met, before we were.   
And my life was given already, before your eyes could 
ask for it.

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