EDGAR DARK SEASON
Look at that window and how the seasonal inclements run off of it
Look deep into your mind and how the memories age and wanton
Feel alive as you die as the world turns as love fades
The final thrust of your organs as your heart sinks beneath the fathoms
Carry home in slow sad motions
When you left you were warm now between the sheets you are colder
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