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I want to know just how you have suffered That I might taste the bliss in you now, more truly! You once insisted I be patient, and I was ..

Pain has an element of blank That cancels out ourselves I cannot recollect the memories When I to myself did disappear I took mysel..

Oh here, the air is sweet and still I am alone in my own holiday Where I remember so many hundred years And Plotinus and Shakespeare! ..

I can taste the tin in the sky The joy of morning tears, pouring again! How it has become my fortitude To suffer as I do, uniqu..

The trees having been diminishing In the dreamy-house of after-yous My eyes ache with white, the nearness of snow My heart is on a t..

I stare awake for my desires like coals Your body the last mosaic of the stars to me! I am cold in sorrow now, wounded and burning ..

I am a stubborn scene of November graveyard My heart is black like coral flint The hard-hearted emerald of my investment gone Such p..

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I gave the right of all I had to give Beloved, when I think of how you said we’d be friends And now my silence sinks and I find ..

Warm lights from your secret chamber shine Lovers that you took after me, once you found your new meals I set new words aflame from old refrains..