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On stranger nights than these,I have lain awake,Unmoving, but breathing.And with eyes closed, imagining youBeside me,Feeling your breath upon my face,Your kiss upon my cheek.On stranger nights that th

I thirst for somethingNot of three forms,Liquid, ice, or vapor,But something less commonplaceAnd more rare, more filled with truthThan any scientific method can procureI hunger for somethingNot substa

1.There is something harsh in the way the early afternoon light beats down against the buildings, and sidewalks, and traffic of Kenmore Square. Something strangely violent in the way it ...