first it’s just a whisper

a scratching at your ear

then a quiet rumble

traveller drawing near

something asks for you

if you wouldn’t mind

things you’ve spent are due

we’re trying to be kind

nothing is so lonely

lick the icy shiver

now you understand

there’s nothing in

the mirror

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