And then came the monotonous rain,
Pattering on my blind windowpane,
I was peering through murk, but I couldn’t see,
When a fairy slim was bestowed upon me,
Astride wind of fall, clad in shadows and mist,
She fluttered away in peculiar twist,
So all I could touch was a withered wreath
Of thorns and of heartbeats well-hidden beneath
Her transparent flesh
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