IT’ve learned how to simulate comfort. I’ve mastered the timing to win a soul in the twilight. At first, I almost believe in the glow I ignite in your gaze.. a fleeting spark, a borrowed tremor, the echo of existence I deeply lack.he Mechanics of Frost
uLs.mike nothing passed between
We to nod and smile and act
ihen in a context that asks
dn the presence of my enemy.
Bagger at the dip of the throat
sut thin-sharp like a cut-purse
pea-front than ceremonial.
Rarade of happiness – more
ecklessly broad, a brass-band