kill the candle's flame;
darkness is my only light.
i lose myself here
in a field of shattered dreams:
severed veins with splintered glass
moldy memories:
huddled heels in latex graves.
Harlequin romance...
ghosts of lovers past still haunt
my heart in the night
do not fear the cold.
pull your flannel covers close;
think of me and smile...
let me whisper through your lips
with eternal life
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