slowly
the pace picks up
quickens
frenzied
fireworks of sound:
the song just ended
your voice just began
to ooze through a cold window
flowing in with the cold air
gushing into my warm quilt.
***
your faint fragrance weeps
beside my pillow
in silent sobs
while you sleep blissfully
warm
elsewhere
***
you
devastate
me
so efficiently.
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