Fog on the Window

March 4, 2010
Frosted love upon the pane/her fingers trace a heart in fog./such a jeuvenile act and plain/but for romance leaves a weighty log./The clear, lonely heart leaves a stain/And by life's breath, a whisper, the pant of a dog/It comes back.

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