a sometimes cassandra
midnight rain tells secret truths
reveal them all to you and i'll
make you the god of my adolatry
but let me be, be me alone
inside this empty room--
room of my own; but mimicry
becomes not me, and the
faintly falling falling faintly
rain stains an other Other me
Inside the Belljar
words


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