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and I don't know
for how much
longer he can
continue living
between the sheets
of storm glass
that lead me to
believe there
are different
panes being
missed out on.
Hairless rats and
siamese cats
in my pocket
while he turns
his rings into
wishes to be
thrown against
the night.
All the while
I carry this
crocodile heart
against my side,
a saber to
rattle against
the haunts of
past and
keep me in
comfort when
reality takes its
slow, insidious creep to
the street,
like clockwork-
once more.
for how much
longer he can
continue living
between the sheets
of storm glass
that lead me to
believe there
are different
panes being
missed out on.
Hairless rats and
siamese cats
in my pocket
while he turns
his rings into
wishes to be
thrown against
the night.
All the while
I carry this
crocodile heart
against my side,
a saber to
rattle against
the haunts of
past and
keep me in
comfort when
reality takes its
slow, insidious creep to
the street,
like clockwork-
once more.
