cry and yell
shiver and wither
is all i can do
when i think of you
your pale distant eyes
teasing and taunting
working your way through
inside my head
i see them ablaze like billowing spires
the haze of which could burn a thousand pyres
with a curt nod and a cold smile
you have taught me
every loneliness is a pinnacle
and every breath takes an effort
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