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And nobody understands. My whole life is waiting for you. And nevertheless I search for the night of the poem. Iām only thinking of your body but am remaking the body of my poem as somebody trying to heal a wound. ā Alejandra Pizarnik, from ā[ā¦] Of Silence,ā Selected Poems, trans. Cecilia Rossi (Waterloo Press, 2010)
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