You come on time, your coat hangs in the hall. With books and a mind consumed with doubts on History, "does it hold my future in its pages?" I reassure you, cause of all my midnight rages. For now with patience, I must pursue The task of drawing out, not putting in. Until I ride you in a careless way, In a single bed, on an autumn day.
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