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a myth of devotion
(...)
a soft light rising above the level meadow,
behind the bed. he takes her in his arms.
he wants to say i love you, nothing can hurt you
but he thinks
this is a lie, so he says in the end
you’re dead, nothing can hurt you
which seems to him
a more promising beginning, more true.
a soft light rising above the level meadow,
behind the bed. he takes her in his arms.
he wants to say i love you, nothing can hurt you
but he thinks
this is a lie, so he says in the end
you’re dead, nothing can hurt you
which seems to him
a more promising beginning, more true.