I seek a foreign soul To spill my sorrow with An empty hand to sip my sadness from I seek a godly face To spread my being on And an eye to cry a consolation.
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The night has dreams I know For I have kissed them And flesh that clings like moist moth wings A voice that fluent farewell sings The night has dreams Inow For I have lost them.
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Alone My sorrow Bends the night in prayer My silent lips Send screeching fingers At the face of your God To scratch from it Some almighty pity.
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