Lament
Jules MC
Fingers press thy neck—
No word to utter.
Thou ought to break,
Minutes seem to stutter.
Shadows steal thy breath,
As the bellows struggle—
Cold cozying to the hearth—
Slipping as thou haggle…
With heavy heart,
Heavier mind,
Pray thine shan’t depart—
My, what a find!
Thou prayers unanswered,
Beseech thee, for thou faltered.
Jules Mur 
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