What gloom hover the dark sky
as you spit by my window sill
the drops leaking by raffish air;
To covet shill by my silence
What thick phlegm wedge my throat
as you slope outward, draining
all the air out from my empty cells;
To stake respiration by my silence
What grievances drizzle out the vent
as you groove my inner turmoil
cloying an excess of your sweetness;
To pall my hearse with dust and smoke
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