My deathbed bride

When I close my eyes, will they shine
once you trade my touch piece for the waterway toll?
You know, there is no room for us both,
so we should not take that first bout of novelty as blithely.
But only the old know how to be silent, the old and the stillborn
splashes of ink.

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