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Look for Me At Night On a couch made of clouds Like a mist in a dream It will come to you And you will hasten - In shoes made of dusk Running you headlong Into the dark, Trampling unseen, Out of control Toward an intuition. Stars crisp against The black sky Will melt the brown Low clouds like butter So the worm moon Can point you To my ashes. |
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