I have had such fortune in forgetting short ties that bound us finger to finger like a Chinese trap and I thought it had ended until I saw your eyes in the dream I had last night. In your embrace in songs we sang the Sorry words we could not say cursed moments on a winter's day. I did well to leave no longer to see moments never meant to be pale in darkness clinging to me to only return in some winter nights dream.
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