The days are cool,
The nights are cold.
My laughter fools,
My smile holds
No need, no want, no spark.
The minutes strain,
The hours bruise.
My memories wane,
My thoughts refuse
To bleed and haunt and mark.
Wake my heart
From its cold slumber.
Count its beats
To bursting number.
Flood my chest
With ghost sensation.
Wipe the dust
From past elation.
Ignite my flame.
The days are warm,
The nights are hot.
My...
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