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Cooling down
I’m cooling down. All fires do
When no more wood or coal is thrown.
There’s too much January in you.
It’s hard for me to shine alone.
Your glance is full of hazel ice.
No blaze can ever melt its frost,
And when the will of burning dies
The flame itself is almost lost.
Your breath is wind. Extinguish me
Before I even get to shout.
You’re cold, my darling. Don’t you see?
I’m cooling down. I’m fading out.
