Happy Together ★★★★★

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He looks like wet mist
As I comb his locks
And when his hot breaths
Lick my brow
They wade through the air
To fan my pyre

My body in a heap
Awakes to the tepid
Wind of an open door
And the billowing of clothes
Hanged and drying
In the starless night

But as the city lights
Blight the sky's eyes
Only my damp
Restless sleep accompanies me
In the form of a stench,
A figure watching
My lonesome hunch
As I cry near the creaking door

He looks like wet mist
As I comb his locks
And when his hot breaths
Lick my brow
They wade through the air
To fan my pyre

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