Oxidative   

Whispers of a poet's heart

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Late afternoon icy rains

Western caustic wind blows

Sound of the mountain train

Heading back down the tracks

Strangely I ponder to myself

If you’re seated by a window

Looking out as you leave- here

My candles flicker in a silence

I stare out my fogyish window

Praying I see your returning face

But it just gets darker with time

Yet I only feel a bit colder inside

Still wishing I alone was enough

Keep you from… leaving me sigh  

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