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By myself; not alone,
the blaze has set (surrendered to the cold) ,
but I am nothing less than warm.
Across from me, where clocks still move-my bed sleeps by one,
but again I think of you,
so tonight my bed sleeps by two.
Tonight I rest,
though broken hearted,
my love undead-it lives!
in little pieces with you always.
Lost lover, love me?
Lost friend, think of me?
You still do, whenever I may dream.
The void within measured by the distance seperating,
The pain, the pain defined by the echoes of the silence;
sealed lips for...