I saw her, there, across the hall
In a dream I had the other night.
Slender, slight. A man could fall
In love with her. One might
So ever gently kiss her skin
To give that feeling to her.
"Meet me here tomorrow."
Would that I could but I can not.
Fall much further.
Down the spine.
Become fire
In due time.
"Meet me here tomorrow."
I will meet you
By my grave.
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