I will do tonight what I hate,
reduce myself to empty state.
Unheart myself, dislodge the clot;
see the pain but feel it not.
shush my choirs, dispel my covens;
dispassion my furnaces and ovens.
Cool my soul to ice and flint,
make emotions rare and skint.
Free my tongue of emotive tastes,
dry my lands like salty wastes.
Unhuman me to still the pain,
so at least this night I might remain.
Winter steal it from my chest,
so I might find some time to rest.
Winter pray my heart to keep,
here to lay me down to sleep.
-o0o-
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