You cannot say anything about love, just this:
she's not there
Who remembers the names I gave you in the hour of the grave
...
I' ve hid you and thus
you've grown unimaginably
like a sea that flows, just
north of love
...
Beloved, I moan still
of the unholy hour in which this dark love for you
this dark love awoke
and devoured the earth.
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