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Jason LocypoetryComment

The fire burns, birch and maple

To black

And long extends my moments,

For time, like wood, exhausts

Too quick

My years, my body—abhorrent.

This room grows cold and then,

My love,

Our shadows roll congruent,

For dark will hold though time

Doth wane

Thy fondness reigns triumphant.