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
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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