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[weave]

i dreamt her limbs grew cold and stiff in my embrace
her lips rough and waxen
she did not turn to my kiss like she did before
where there was no second thought no hesitation
only the immediate reaction of one who knew her place in your heart
now only cold plaintive eyes open to the skies
i must be all joints and broken bones
a snake coiled around her neat and tight
close
closer still
i will warm you again
god willing
or follow