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When I light the lamp, I suddenly
see my own enormous shadow
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over the entire wall,
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In the great mirror above the fireplace
I see myself, the face of my own ghost,
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and I live with the dead.
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All it said was, "Dearest,
come at eight o'clock tomorrow."
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I stared at each letter, each stain,
for the marks of her fingers.
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Did she love me
or was she pretending?
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Did she love me or the other
or both at the same time?
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"You are the vampire
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"which sucks my sparkling blood
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"From the channels of my heart
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"with icy draining looks
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"My body glows like desert sand
burned and charred
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"And the dry Sirocco of madness
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"rages and my blood flows"
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Munch now sees the work
of Auguste Rodin in Paris.
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We didn't even know each other
and yet was it because
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she took my first kiss that she took
the fragrance of life from me?
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Was it because she lied, deceived
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that she suddenly took
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the scales from my eyes one day?
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Munch now begins to formulate
the artistic philosophy
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that he is to pursue
all his life