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Garments of night descend
The door I saw open is shadowed in pain
Thoughts tumbling my brain like coal-black rain
Extraordinary: how long is the search for a friend
Midst faces of crowd
In dark disallowed.
Are you there
Anywhere
I miss you.
Is this trembling on my lips
The lunar eclipse
Of a friend I once knew?
The most beautiful woman is the one in her thoughts in my sight
From memories unbound, like fingers ungloved, on a cold and gathering night.