“I exist alone while here inside I dwell with my friends / and also with my dead”
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“I exist alone while here inside I dwell with my friends / and also with my dead”
“Sometimes, when night is deep, / I remember how red leather my heart is”
“Hard is the edge of a shadow attached to a blade that drips”
“Under the grieving trees / sways an infinite loneliness.”
“I massage my face every day and night to preserve a presentation”
