Poem to a rider.

Bitten by the frost, in my bed
Only tonight. Just one time.

The love you saved, the love you kept
Is not for others to take.

Then I dreamt of your happiness
of how little to me it mattered.

For you are a purposeless Thief
I walked the desert for you.

Closing time. I bid farewell
and I retrieve my foreign affection.

May you find me in her.

May you find me in her.

May you fucking find me in her.

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