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I have been drunk on fear,
alone and lost within a wilderness
of alleys, tenements,
and tears.
Now, blindly, I reach for you,
blazing in the night,
crying, hungry —
My heart on fire,
my burning eyes closed tight
against denial.
Dark angel, your warm touch
ignites the charred and weeping husk
of my beleaguered soul.
I seek annihilation in your kiss,
for in your arms each night
I flare and die,
And every morning rise
once more made new.
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