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May First and Ten And I shut him out
Contemplating whether I will look yOU
On the first in the eyes
Three-hundred miles from your arms
Is farther than I can stand when I say
So I sit within ten goodbye
Without
Ten days standing before me Three holes in the clouds
longer than three-hundred miles to show blue through gray

Ten days to pack Without
to cram Thunder-rumbling darkness
to arrange my affairs closing in
their furniture
Without
Ten days to pull knowing day one is
one coming to a close
by you lie in bed
one approaching midnight
approaching sleep
from my calendar
Without my words
Ten days left reaching
to leave you

to take my leave of you I force sleep
on tired eyes
I awake at four still seeking a sight of yOU
Shivering
in the cold left On the second
by the arm you withdrew Hate turns to Envy
from my shoulder His son pulls me in
Pacing day one of ten
with fever and pain pulls you from me
And I greet the third
At ten of one
in raging tears
Hate faces me in red and black

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