The Alien
A petal drifted loose From a great magnolia bloom, Your face hung in the gloom, Floating, white and close. We seemed alone: but another Bent o'er you with lips of flame, Unknown, without a name, Hated, and yet my brother. Your one short moan of pain Was an exorcising spell: The devil flew back to hell; We were alone again.
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