For lost love

It is over,
It is life burning out,
Only now you have been permitted,
To feel
Its sore flame.
Look in your mirror,
Say loser.
Scum off the dried
Material of her kiss.
It is life, the burnt offering of it,
It is
a
Pilgrimage,give your heart
Like a stone,
To the wind’s wonderful drill.

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