the night is starred, lover, and i have come distances. years.
finding you alone and my skin aged, my wine gone bad
i glanced in windows, i peered. i hurled coins, what little i had.
my money is gone and frost will overtake your sill
you will never love my leathered hide, my subtle will
beneath this canyon of stars (an abyss)
there is nothing left but your fogging window
and my secret, spreading itch to live
(finally)
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