him.

crave him
a slip
in the silk

dream a smile
fall into his arms
mile after mile

i cry and i wail
learning to cope
me without you

who sparked my eyes
while the green grew bright
when fading to orange

winter was born
a black highlight
to birth my inner world

stripped to the core
of a heart worn sore
misery and hate

this damned fate
our smoky reverie
you without me.

Poetry

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