Dab lightly
The letters from
the frosty windowpane,
to gauge
the measure of love
breath to breath
Many facts
Remain unknown
To a face in the mist,
Still silent birthmark
Choose oneness
By every streak of finger mark
I withhold luxury
Life after life
To quarry upon
The golden mines;
Some more dead have risen up
To read your script by longer jaws
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