I….feel….

Day after day, love turns grey
Like the skin of a dying man
Night after night, we pretend it’s all right
But I have grown older
and you have grown colder
and nothing is very much fun any more.
And I can feel
One of my turns coming on.
I feel
Cold as razor blade
Tight as a tourniquet
Dry as a funeral drum,

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