The Dreamscape pt. 2
Can you feel the icy wind?
Against the barrister
And the jarring motion
Of cold teeth
The chattering
Of pots and pans
Along with moaning
Across the wooden floors
Or the misted air
Warming the inside of the pane
As if to say
You don’t need your mittens
To hold a sweet portion
Against the salty air…
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