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she drank all day with Bacchus
and thirsty she remains

hidden in verse

a rumor

so close yet still so far away

much further than yesterday

rhythm vanished in the rhyme

she tried to veil the shame
the visions in her dream
covered the pain

still she hears them scream

so far all the darkness deepens
fretting verses fall out of the line
swift scenes brush with sadness

cruelly the curious course mournfully

here she wakes again

naked and owned by her white shadow quivering

left to the impetuous wind

that is misused by liberty

at the edge of time the shy girl strays
as harsh night pulls at her hair as she reads

other words in a silence of decline
trembling awake with no impulse for desire

her hands and heart cannot grasp

what they could never truly embrace

breathing in and exhaling deep
she prays for her own deliverance