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I am inhabited by a cry.
nightly it flaps out
looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
i am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.
clouds pass and disperse.
Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables?
Is it for such I agitate my heart?
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