#13138 - Fading marks upon my body, Visions that linger in my eye Are all I now have left of her; These and the swirling, spectral sky. Her lips the colour of fury, Her skin, in the manner of old: White as the billowing towers Of cloud in the heartland of cold. I awoke in expectation Of sweet love craft, rare and unknown, And of beauty glowing before me, But found that I lay all alone.
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