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The pungent atom in the Air
Admits of no debate—
All that is named of Summer Days
Relinquished our Estate—

For what Department of Delight
As positive are we
As Limit of Dominion
Or Dams—of Ecstasy—

Just like a spider's thread
in a garden of blades
falling so slowly
to bleed and break apart

Just like a shadow
devoid of light
following me
every time, everywhere

In my favorite songs, I hear you
In my favorite movies, I see you
In my dreams, I hold you
In my mind, I keep you

Staring at me
with dark eyes, lips, and tongue
Enticing me to inch forward
to fall into the abyss