CINQUAIN Poem by Archie De Haldevang

Deathly.
Pale Performance
Dying, Growing, rotting
A peaceful passing point
Inevitable.

Sleepless
Jittery love
Tossing, turning, longing.
Comfort but no warmth, you took.
My heart.

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