in the deathliness of the night,
touch her bruised heart,
become one with her grief.
And she expresses me,
in the anguish,
of the incompleteness of her oceans.
...And awash with a holy sorrow,
in the profundity of her dewdrops.
in the anguish,
of the incompleteness of her oceans.
...And awash with a holy sorrow,
in the profundity of her dewdrops.
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