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Soon to wake, so weary, so old

Another faceless October morn

Torn by a nighttime

Spent sitting deathless

Amongst languished graves

Plagued by a lifetime

Destined to float homeless

Upon murky waves

Desperately wondering

What to name this conspiracy…

…Where man has no part

Between dirt and sun

Between worm and woeful star

Burning from afar

I remember last winter

seeking comfort in the wine offered from your neck

I remember last winter

A lustful play us both to wreck

Under damp death of day to fail

Forever’s gloomy ocean to sail

I foresee the coming winter

Seeking comfort in unwilling skin

I foresee the coming winter

Bitter sunrise revealing my sin