Plea
How are you
so deep in me
and I so wrapped
by you.
How is the plague
of sleep on me
so filled with fields
of your memory.
How, O How, and where
are you now,
the air which my
soul on fire breathes.
Please let me hold you
one more time.
so deep in me
and I so wrapped
by you.
How is the plague
of sleep on me
so filled with fields
of your memory.
How, O How, and where
are you now,
the air which my
soul on fire breathes.
Please let me hold you
one more time.
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