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Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets |
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towards your oceanic eyes. |
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There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames, |
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its arms turning like a drowning man's. |
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I send out red signals across your absent eyes |
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that smell like the sea or the beach by a lighthouse. |
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You keep only darkness, my distant female, |
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from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges. |
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Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets |
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to that sea that is thrashed by your oceanic eyes. |
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The birds of night peck at the first stars |
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that flash like my soul when I love you. |
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The night gallops on its shadowy mare |
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shedding blue tassels over the land. |