windy rain whispers with blistering chapped skin
cold soaked locs cover nape of necks
drowned in frost, shaking the earth off
hands still stained, sobering from the pain
these days what a shame
all of me, I gave
all of me, shouldn't have stayed
second hand gloss outlines lips and coffee drenched breath
cuddled socks tattered hair
yet eyes that stalk, my feeling stay consistently compromised
on these windy rain whispering nights
burning from all of the lights
who's been in this bed, outline impressions
scent everywhere
misplaced pieces of hair, sheets be of your music scattered
everywhere
C note E flat B minor
I hear it, even as I picture that
the moon sees your secrets

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