“Scary as the Thought of You”
Crimes for passion
and chimes for rats
the pests and pestilence
just to turn around on dimes
in coffee and in cake
knock upon this coffin
tell me of tattletales
snowy rooftops, mouse tails
the ones which lie
cold news to whip or snap you
the drudgery of the drawbridge
scary as the thought of you
your cares are miles away
and when we find that cold thin dime
we’ll be skinny enough
to slip through this poverty
to collect blue flames
from our dancing stove
scarred like the thought of you
dizzy at the thought of you
our muzzles
form footsteps to each other.
nicholauspatnaude 
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