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The beginning of wisdom is found in doubting; by doubting we come to the question, and by seeking we may come upon the truth.
-- Pierre Abelard

Midnight Lover

My frozen heart beats slowly.
My vision is black, frosty with white noise.
I am of two minds.
The Loser is fortune's bride.

My glassy eyes close languidly.
My breath is steam on the pane.
I am no colder than my fellows.
A friend is my nightmare.

My fragile hands tremble expectantly.
My lungs are filled with your scent.
I am never alone.
Those thoughts of you are drowning me.

My pale lips mouth your name.
My eyes are blind to your absence.
I am all but lost to you.
The dark reveals my madness.