Furs and Fang

Our little Time’y, w’both felt unwell
locked arms t’warm, impressing
something t’me, but we never
understood you, lassie

I’m laughing, always pacing, wrong
at times, right at your face
you winced and confused, b’some
bosom by itches stay, Trident and Mace

S’all it is, some curves turn
some months just curs’t
bit twenty three times, b’best friends
stab by me, Eden at my worst

Truth in kids verse
kind killers kept by fires’ wise
find six pack a guardgods, y’kin gray off
Garmr’ll keep us Lords w’sharp incise

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