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LOVE

How would you show me that you love me?

I...... prefer the night,

The stars....... have seen it all,

I like my own, company, in the dark.

Yet, they tell no secrets.

The curtained windows warm glow.

The biting cold, that cuts to the bone.

Only the wind, makes me go.

Unknowingly, they sleep safe, in their ignorance.

Hollow footfalls, with no echo.

I search for sleep, and its release.

But is it pain, or just a wishing.

My inability to belong.

The cigarettes red glowing tip,

That slowly fades, and ebbs.

Though the alcohol fails to dull, the pain.

The darkness envelopes me once again.