Cold Dead Heart
“Cold Dead Heart ”
Beauty like the (warm) sun’s morning gaze
Freshness of earth, the coming day
Like morning I was wet from the dew of life
Fending off these cold, cold nights
Supposition presumed, uncounted
Living in life as lost as laughter
Reborn by her touch
And given hereafter
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