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Forced entry to the back door, requesting keyholder:I overstep my boundaries once again

Empty morning snowdrift city streets,
always cold and hollow driving to work.
 
how you hugged me goodbye too long;
crashing as a thousand dead dropped bricks.
 
i embraced in warm reply,
clasping at what never would be.
samael
Written by samael (Zaroff poetry)
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