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I drank you in then,
but now,

the window was sealed
and winter,

with its bony fingers
feigned death.
Grey light broke

through the mute claw-like trees,
and you hung,

pasted to the morbid scenery,
like a cut-out puppet.

Only you filled the room,
asphyxiating me,

and I sadly realized
that I never really loved you,

and I never would ...

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