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I felt her cold fingers

I felt her fingers grow cold.
Come dawn....I felt them fumbling
Naked over strewn sheets. reaching
To snuff the flcker of lust from
The wick of midnight passion
In the frigid breath of a still gray morning
The night is lost to tears
Beneath pillows placed to drown
The howling ...but the beast still bays.
Phlatonmeback
Written by Phlatonmeback (Phlat)
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