| As I waken slowly from this dream of us, you fade back into the shadows, the light of gloomy day revealing that I am alone in this bed of desire after all, and across the room the abandoned page lies dim where once poetry sparkled. I wash the sleep from my eyes and set out reluctantly to prepare for the coming winter. |
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