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Your eyes inside my crumpled paper lamps
Lighten for me my dark unfurnished places --
Jammed with the wreckage of forgotten fragments --
The black
That trapped my legs between two steps, two days;
The empty plateaus of my evening dusk --
Moveless beneath the running sky of shadows,
Silent above the sea of waving echoes --
The gray
That lost my legs within the naught of dust;
The naked twilight of my morning dew --
Feeding dry things with tiny wetting nipples,
Waiting with hungry pupils for your image --
The dim
That melts my legs in thirsty throats of roots.
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