Take me for a withered one,
And take for me the winter,
Wasted words and ragged tropes
For bones to lay aside.
Make me but a scaffold
For the shams
And for the masquerades
To patch up all the tattered wounds
When cold is on my mind.

Hear me for the makeshift day,
And here for me in pain.
Bear me through the black
Until the black is in my eyes again,
And ice will be my bones today
To melt beneath the rain.

#London #England

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