Valorise this low ache, which forgoes all treatment
choosing to dwell in isolation; deep and dank
dragged beneath the keel, then cast out to the pavement
pinned beneath your heel, our shallow hearts both sank
I believed you could slow the clouds this night
whose collision concludes the days last fight
you held the cushion to my mouth and nose
the clouds conspired to drown the daylight
as you peered down to see the last twitch of my toes
no emblazoned glory in this days last throws
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