Grey old thoughts
Sticky and slud;
A nocturnal rodent
Bigger in size, comes
Huffing in breath
And bit my fingers
Mauling its terminus end
My longer greasy words.
Sensing his carnivorous act
Wanton, I asked 'me'; by
What precepts he
Sealant his heart
To hex, bewitching
My body and mass
To reason this act;
And I could find
A bigger opening
Greeting my present,
Not to clove the past silhouette
But to open the present
To fend its aroma
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