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In night, such longing times once warmed with lust

Those hours in which I once would wish you near

This cold, it does betray my absent trust

for in your public presence I know fear

Your blade, so cruel, these wounds unseen inside

So thus it is I should not yield to touch

Your ill visage my sight cannot abide

for so to do have I decreed too much

And yet still do upon desire you tug

So false it is, in small amounts, I cringe

You draw me in, this pain it's like a drug

Rough hands, please stay; your ghost, a used syringe

We met, it seems, from broken mirrors past

With pain I ask, these words should be our last