Evidence of truth
Stains on satin
Lies in my ears
You, cold and aloof.
Open up the door
Hearing my nightmare
All over in a second
You, on the floor.
From trembling fingers
My burden does fall
Smoke drifts away
You, no life lingers.
DW
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