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you name calls me out in to the night
i beat you name with english syllables
strindberg
i whisper to myself
like a snake curling, breathing in its own ear
strind berg
the image of your pen moves me
to challenge the night
like a life my poems
are everything yet never enough
i call your name out in to the night
to beat it with english syllables
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Published: November 5, 2010, 2:01 am