i know that i have not slept alone/with my hair carlessly fanned out beneath the olive tree/with/ the anticipation of knowing/the pain will come. who watched me laze my life away/ under the mounting clouds/soon/ to release upon my being?/why did a warning not sound on my behalf?/rather/, the sound of ''i told you so'' mingled with soft/mocking laughter./ i have then indeed, slept alone...
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