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A lonely wretch I am,
Mouth slightly parted
And tasting the orange glow
As wicks flicker a suckle of flame
Like your body's heat
In slow motion
As if wielding the fabric of time.
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The world drifts
Your words take the place of drowning -
Fading with each mountain
I count on the ceiling
Like pebbles dropped
To doom in the water.
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And after it is done
And you have had your fill
I watch my hands
Through the folds of your auburn hair
Like the small of a watch,
I can swear it moves before me -
Whitening, with blue streaks
And wrinkling before my very eyes.

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