1548
5.87
27.iii.24
aubade
sometimes waking wonder why
this skin
and pulse of ache
how the dark is edged
a funny shape
appendaged
necessary to a bed
and words!
this world of all
this mind of its own
how light will come from nothing
how those just met
who meant so much
are faces fading now
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