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For a Girl with White Gold Hair
Who Left Only Her Shirt on a Stuffed Chair
part V

I'm desperate,
I know I'm foolish,
But I want her,
I want her
More than I've ever
Wanted anyone.
I want her,
I want to hold her close and know distance.
I want to forget infinity,
Caress all the sorrows and terrors of the finite.
I want to feel her warmth against my flesh,
Know
All the unicorns and cobras of despair.