Night The Second - Poem by Peter Russell
Why do you ask me
If I am alone?
I cannot speak
To anyone at all.
Strangers are like blank walls,
Faces I know barred gates;
And every sound
the click of a lock…
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Every night for nine nights Manuela appeared to me in a dream, and each night she spoke a poem to me. I had never seen her before and I have no idea who she was. - P.R.
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