TheTaxi AmyLowell

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When I go away from you
The world beats dead
    Likeaslackeneddrum.
I call out for you against the jutted stars
And shout into the ridges of the wind.
    Streetscomingfast，
    Oneaftertheother，
    Wedgeyouawayfrom me，
And the lamps of the city prick my eyes
So that I can no longer see your face.
    Whyshould ILeaveyou，
    To wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night?