We three walk at night,
I, and yourself, and yourself
Again, a stranger.
Truth and lie combine
When one says, 'I love you, and
I need you to live'.
Frigidly you sit
Then curl and lie in my lap
Again a kitten.
The train has now come
To take you away. The sun
Frames you in the door.
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