The silence creeps open with a thud not once but twice with a shove hovering over my night like a cloud over my blanket's maddening shroud Bypassing and leaping over the bed to wind the pendulum of the clock and the withers of once our wed this night better off dead Knowing that love pulsed my blue as our lips passed from view from ashes to dust and back to infinity If I knew death could
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