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Fragments 31

Fortuitously, were you with her when first I saw you,
sitting, walking, skating, playing, or even dancing,
eye-lids' veiled glimpses craving
covert eyes gazing,

entrancing my sparrow heart? Did you
dance, skate, play, or even just walk
gently listening nearby as we talked quite possibly
about nothing at all?

When you were with her tête-à-tête, was I
feverishly distressed imagining
your love bodies trembling,
my ears ringing?

No: our delusion binds us
with strife bittersweet; we are
lovers almost at the edge
of death, it seems to me.

Podcast: Fragments 31

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