passers-by

risen, the moon

blows, at

last

 

even you

move on or

I do

 

from    you

turn my

face,    from the light.

 

II

 

should  I           –

never have      come,

gone –

 

evenings          in

long

shadows          swallowed

 

whole              my bare

walls                in

turn                 swallow

 

how

long

does

 

this

go

on

 

?

for

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