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(Broken Angel)

Stranded, as the will to live Pick-pocketed, I stole their grief! Forward, famished ones, we have nearly arrived! To painting blood on holidays ..

Have you seen, the dog who licked my face? In the crossing of the mountains of time? The one who was dearer, more precious than anything? Did you..

It is with a half-hearted urgency That I thrust the dagger of desperate words To strangers I will never meet To the kind of life I never imagine..

My blood races and spills Into commonness, mundane morning hours Unrooted, I am as lonely as the only eye As blind as the man beside himself Who..

I can already feel the soft fields Of spring’s fruit-buds burrow in my chest Taming to woo eternity, those birds of Paradise That shall out..

I see a tremulous gold of stars In the luster of your eyes and hair Like pale flowers folded with light The sweet serenade of your laughing smil..

Today, the world’s fire has burned In me so low, until I am not surprised By anything anymore, not love’s absence Of the gathering ..

If I should learn, in some quite casual way That you no longer love me, nor ever did I should fill the streets at noon With poems written, never ..

The last sweet refuge of my troubled eyes Is simply this: where bends the drought of feeling That epic signature, always new! So shall I love, in..