Ice
The price,
Double to thrice.
Mice still blind,
Twice across sliced
Bound and Diced.
Heart's heavy carts
Falling to parts,
Full of false starts.
Full of Fool Stars
And dreams
And empty of scars
I crawl from empty bars.
Ice was priced
It doubled then thriced,
In a sorrowful heist
You blinded mice,
Greed doubled twice
When you played the heist.
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 7:27 PM UTC
Ice
The price,
Double to thrice.
Mice still blind,
Twice across sliced
Bound and Diced.
Heart's heavy carts
Falling to parts,
Full of false starts.
Full of Fool Stars
And dreams
And empty of scars
I crawl from empty bars.
Ice was priced
It doubled then thriced,
In a sorrowful heist
You blinded mice,
Greed doubled twice
When you played the heist.
Cryptic like I like it.
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