'without shadow of a doubt'
a blight of words
sprout upon doorstep bed
beneath a far-looking moon,
no whisper to ear
upon silhouettes forming,
daily never near
contoured between gaps
of tiles and grout
waiting for mistletoe
to be hung again
warm embrace
shall follow as fingers
fumble for keys
that will turn the locks
that leave me shaded
in your penumbra
each and every time you leave
.
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