Tracks lose their clothes,
Gates their guiding star,
& an urn of my filled trawls..
Leave me..stay not with nor in me,
First snow & the receding dearth,
Pain & in the given up of the slain,
Hear me-Hurt not me..
I am another done deed,
Contraband of the again began,
Mirror’s & their feigns!
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