xxiii.)

A lover’s terms,

walk with mine

keeping in step

 

Picking up pace

or slowing

As boots in

thickest snow

 

Who’ll shed thy

coat, and seek

their ne’r corpse

 

Planted in the

thor’s of snow

Drowning without

a drone, as

not to mourne

for thee.

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