Lying awake at night
Under silken sheets
Carved from cold marble
Next to me slumbers an echo of warmth
Between us an inch of icy ocean
Carefully placed
Time begotten
Her name forgotten
The bed laced with her and me
The scent sweet
Tasteless without devotion
I was drunk as she
Now my blunt lit
I exhale
And search for love
Within the thick smoke
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