the cold
is
a beast
that's brought me
bad luck:
how i wish
life were
as comforting
as one night
can make a man
feel,
that a spark could
start a fire
to burn away
the bad things...
we looked at each other
in the dim light of streetlamps
and she said
"i love you"
i kissed her
and the fire raged
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