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From the back of the chair, bats watch me On my neighbor's balcony , bats, I am digging a road to daylight
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Ashes Don't you feel we have lost so much that our " great " love is now only words , that there's no more yearning , no urgency, no real joy in our hearts, and when we meet no wonder in our eyes? Don't you feel our encounters are frozen , our kisses cold, that we've lost the fervor of contact and now merely exchange polite talk ? Or we forget to meet at all and tell false excuses . . . Don't you feel that our brief hurried letters lack feeling and spirit, contain no whispers or dreams of love , that our responses are slow and burdened . . . Don't you feel a world has tumbled down and another arisen ? That our end will be bitter and frightening because the end not fall on us suddenly but came from within |
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