The Cold Hug of The Night

I accept the evening provisions
That presence exhales peace
I hold my heart to roam
Not far, just above this taste

Try to be persistent
I don't reduce it with anything else
That can be done
To stay here

Closed book on my bed
Coffee becomes dry in a glass
Not with my mind
Cold with your eyes

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