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9:34 pm

we sensed our distance

stretched in its defeating spine

between our hearts

and felt the haunted gales of vacancy fill

the hollows of our eyes with wandering

there was no thief to blame who has

stolen the warmth from

our kisses

departure had been gradual

by degrees

i disarmed the tongue of its dagger

and sent you into the night

with teeth marks and pride

i had stripped you of

such cold beauty exists here

do you see it?

like the landscape

frozen,

waiting to be born

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