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I look at you. Every demon in me
perdu, looks.
Every demon in you dogging,
Moreover, in the storm silence…
And greedy chest heaving…
These demons scary scare?
Not! eye ward, and do not you dare, and do not you dare
In this terrible abyss look!
22 Martha 1914
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Even your name to me contemptible,
But, when you squinted,
hear, howls flow mnogopenny,
From the desert storm approaches.
eye silent, gold and brown,
Throat thin looking fingers…
Come. crawled. I hit -
AND, like a cat, you sneered…
30 January 1914
