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Speak of Obsession

   Pacing in & out the view of your door a moonless midnight the chittering insects like foreigners clamoring for attention & ignored   Left and right my eyes dowsing over the earth you walked. The moment of speech does not come. My heart has turned to the lips that lean into the footsteps in which I believe I shall lay for a while.

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