Shall I stay or go through the door
Will the pen [unverified]
Watch the stars
Sleep's a chore
The moon is growing cold
It hangs like a sliver of tin
How do our dreams unfold
And why are my bones feeling thin?
I watch my pen as though
My fingers could shatter like icicles
And before my eyes
Lie glittering and useless on a field of snow
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