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I watch for myself
in the dark reaches of the night
I have counted each flicker
          of your flame, in the fragile sway
          of the fire, I have watched
it creep across the the oily, darkened window
hunched forward on the chair, as the chill
flow of the breeze, circled about the candle
when the branches creak, and the leaves rasp   
    do you clasp your hands as I did--