Cold in this studio,
sweet hypothermia
with rigor's cummerbund.
Curling around me coldly
misty shadow, touching.
Rising to the moonlight
a little death-chilling.
Laying me down
in a land of dreams,
spilling the skeins.
Naked in my darkest dreams
collaborating with 12 degrees,
before freezing.
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