Oh,
Kama...
why must you torture me so?
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Kama,
is that you?
Or just an unfamiliar wind...?
A wind I stirred myself,
long before the world
had taught me any better,
about what it's like
to spend these nights
alone--
stretched out weary on an endless bed of
black?
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