Entombed

Room of vacancy,
Where bodies seldom touch.

No acrobats here.

No wandering hands in the night.

Cold—–
Devoid of fire and sweat.

Room without any central heater,
Where sheets are lousy with holes.

Our room—-

Our barren bed—-

This, the mausoleum of my heart.

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