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Describe the nature of longing:

Well, just now, visions:

Behind dark shades, and those shades are her dark eyes, out of which pours wet obsession, icicles into dark light, light into web, webs stream from her eyes in compassionate tears;

Two mirrors, gazing back and forth,

Lost in immensities of

Themselves, each other

Themselves? Each other?

Back, forth, turn into one mirror, together;

And here, my priceless Mona lisa: it’s night

She sits at the traffic lights

Her hair is flowing renaissance

Her eyes glitter with pride

And a slight smile, enough to know

How hot her cruelty is;

In brown, her heart crashing, a car crash, a pedestrian left dead