You

by Florence Kiper Frank

I go my way complacently,   As self-respecting persons should. You are to me the rebel thought,   You are the wayward rebel mood. What shall we share who are separate?   We part—as alien persons should. But oh, I have need of the rebel thought,   And a wicked urge to the rebel mood!

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