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She saw her friend off, She sent him home. But a bit of him She saved for herself A bit of him she saved In the emptiness of the room, A bit of him in echoes blowing hard against her A shade of him she saved - In her loitering thoughts To walk along. She bade farewell to the father, the lover in him, The friendly drunkard in him she sent away, Whatever was very quiet in him She saved for herself to talk to. She walked and walked On friendless streets, - She walked past the foggy evenings And to her fill she basked herself in the sun— spreading all his thoughts around. In thoughts she criticized The whole world to him In thoughts she fought with him And wept, And then soothed herself And wept again On his shoulders—All in thoughts. - Yes, a note she didn’t write to him Yes, she never confessed how she had saved him a bit in the miracle of friendliness. She let him be taxed in vain in some unknown city, By her senseless silence she tortured him And let his blood burn In anticipations Thus she took her revenge from The father, the lover and the friendly drunkard in him. Thus she took her revenge from All the corners of his being, which she didn’t rule. She saw her friend off

Reblogging myself because

Reblogging myself because… what was that? Five minutes?

*is a wreck*