and the sun always chases the love from youMature

We take shelter in the caverns of our bones,
filling the night with the soft sounds 
of our skeletons clinking in the dark,
huddled close enough that winter 
would have struggled to get in.
But that was always the easy part.
Then, always, came the morning 
and the cold, telling light.

The End

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