| I am leaving when the leaves fall
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| I am returning when the eyes open
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| I am hidden when the eyes close
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| I am between lips and lids
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| My murder shuts quiet
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| His sheets are shadows in the water
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| And the histories are full of blinking
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| And blurs
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| I am hidden when the inken bird covers
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| My youth and my back
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| I was not there for you in the panic
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| I was not there as the kitten died
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| And I take this home with me
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| I swallow your pain and stick blood into me
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| Suck moss and needles, the faces of burrs
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| The methodical false twilight
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| And the gossip poured love like greedy beads
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| Like mirrors I am your face
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| In the toilet in the kittenchen
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| On the glassblue sea the birds see
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| I am your mirror
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| Your echo is me
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| In bells and birds that beauty I saw
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| Etched in clouds trailing
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| Making curtains of waves
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| The broken face peeps
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| He echoes «I am echo»
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| I see you monster
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| I see you monster
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| My back and jaw hunch and feel
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| You there
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| You are the cuckoo, the train, the muffled drum
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| You say, «I am echo
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| I am cleaner of floors
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| Sower of sores»
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| And policeman in brambles and bubbles
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| Call the beauty to rest
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| Say, «I am echo»
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| And rise with peacocks
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| Feral and horizon
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| The beauty moved over me
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| And the beauty crashed down over my body
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| With wine and dreams creeping down from the bookcases
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| And saying «I am echo; |
| I am you; |
| speak me; |
| release me;
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| Kill me and leave the cat to G+D and rain and pussy willows»
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| Falling like paws and snowing tears and the voice Shuts silent liar |