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a hundred million stars no longer shine
the night becomes more desperate than the oblivion of a burned heart a primitive nuptial promise, uniting children a lifetime ago in faraway lands – today I have met love in the soft eyes of a foreigner to exotic traditions how my heart leaps towards freedom in your arms how tender love has blossomed from friendship for I dared to show you more than my eyes together we have no poetry for goodbyes after the simple beauty of your courtship our dreams unite us with beguiling charms for in this world I am not made for submission I cannot wed pagan ways ignoring verses of love I cannot become as barren as a rocky mountain alas from your love I must flee, weeping, I depart like a shooting star granting no wishes, I plummet towards the empty despair of a stranger’s shrine said twenty years ago [2008.20.2…b]
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