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65 Indeed my dear love Between us a desert romps And to cross for you Pour your tears I will swim. Will you come at noon? Will you come by noon Far and silent now the grasslands Like diarrhea Time runs to its end Mere longing out of my breasts Night welcomes all those defied rest With you There your heart lies The days that are past, the days lonely Within me your memory and always Lullabies that die still-born Forever I seem to know you are gone! Hollow Despair My mind up the mountain, Climbers Seeking, like other climbers On the trail, The truth in those clouds; I have sought love 66 Pure like mountain water But none down here Among this garbage Have I found! And the peace Of innocence Ancient like the mbira, Which my mind Yearns for, Is not here Among this wreckage So deceptive Emotions Like a noose around my neck Command my lot and me To that tumultThe hollows of despair; Though, Filled with hope To touch purity, Weary I stagger, Tumbling down the ledge Into a seething heart! ...

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