a beautiful, mournful triolet
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A triolet
Cold touch of starlight on the skin,
Shivers run a memory’s length,
Not quite your sweet lips but akin.
Cold touch of starlight on the skin,
I always thought that love would win,
Believed in its eternal strength.
Cold touch of starlight on the skin,
Shivers run a memory’s length.