171 I know you the way sick animals know the herbs which would heal Them. I cannot explain why it's you, and write on a blackboard The formula of your force, but I feel -- transfixing my limbs Are the nails of my waiting for you, and fast are your hammers To hold me upon the cross of my nights. I lack you within. Losing language from anguish, against the roles we were playing. I know you by instinct. Blindly I find you, seeking relief.







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IRENE CĂSAR
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