And she didn't come.
Then I drew her, and I went mad.
....Remembering her face of tenuous light
Under the lamp...
... Was her face of dim light this way,
Her thin arm ever moved this way?...
... She laughed this way, looked at me this way, at least?...
She talked to me anytime?...
Etc., etc....
Did she exist?
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