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i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
lady, your heart has turned to dust
since i have felt the sense of death
the long resounding marble corridors
daughters of time
my sorrow, when she's here with me
a life on the ocean wave
who will be naming the wind
as i lie roofed in, screened in
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
night was black and drear
doubtless i remember still
high walls and huge
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought

 



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