warmth

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afraid of falling
concrete placement
is what you're calling 
to all the ghosts you've met
I stand here
on this broken pavement
wishing to freeze to death
late night memories of us
snuggled up in each other
I take in your warmth 
for its the sole source of my nourishment
in steams it leaves from my soul;
the sadness 
comes back again 
as soon as you're gone 
I'll stand on this pavement
till the last of me remains 
waiting for you to come 
and take me in your warm embrace

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