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I had forgotten.
After such a long winter;
After such a calm spring
I had forgotten.

Now the first threads of summer
Weave their hot, sticky fingers
Through my hair grown black
like a raven’s wing.

I had forgotten.
The heaviness of my serpent teeth;
The depth of my dark desire.
I had forgotten.

Night jasmine blooms
And scents the turpid air.
Just as my despair blooms,
And stains the breathe I draw
With whichto call your name.

I had forgotten.
After such a long slumber;
After such sweet dreams.
I had forgotten.
How much I hate you.
How much I hate.