What distance grows
but longing
when once I felt their laughter
play on my lips
now ring around in the dark
no echo
to my shrill quakes
A fever pitch
in the emptiness
higher
and higher

words of twilight
What distance grows
but longing
when once I felt their laughter
play on my lips
now ring around in the dark
no echo
to my shrill quakes
A fever pitch
in the emptiness
higher
and higher
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