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Now I am truly suffering,
so I must be surrounded by love.
A sparrow knits the-
dim moonlight to sleep in
my arms all night.

My devotion was
different. I would watch
the meltdown of moon.

You must move like
water. There was nothing to
say, nothing to catch.
Today is no less beautiful
than the most glorious
days of the earth,
but I am still doubtful
that I will survive it.
All of the body's
****** motions
are quite ******
except that serene
forgetfulness rippling
across the face that's
vanishing into adoration.
I’ve become convinced
that love is here
to ensure that I’ll die.
My voice is so simple
and very true,
but it knows too easily
how to disappear.
Only a few hours left
to better catalog
all of my perversities.
Note - the simple roots of the word pervert are - "to turn away from."
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