the mirror cracked
the rivers froze, the sun clandestine
in thoughts of you
my soul becomes one with the anguish of nature
your eyes become the chalice tonight
poinsettia
my love
i drink tonight
to you
eleven days
and
thirteen minutes
since our last rendezvous
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