four past midnight
four past midnight
the window frosted with kisses from the east
i kept my palm flat on the pane
wishing the cold could come bring it away
rain
the window drunk with showers of love
i kept my face against the pane
wishing to be closer once more
the time of the month
the window blinded with darkness of the night
i kept my lips close to the pane
wishing to whisper secrets of the past
the wings of the angel
sitting by the ledge drinking in the storm from the east
waiting for the package to arrive
before setting it ablaze
sending the ashes far wide and beyond.
.sui
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