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On a Wintery Night, Part Six

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I like the whispers you exchange

the drawn-out breaths

the air you take away

from each other

I sense your bliss

I accept him

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but he’s lacking he’s not here

today and you – alone

on a freezing porch –

seeking meaning

make no sense

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