The scarf
Is too warm
I’m frightened
As it chokes me
A snail passes by
Scornfully laughs
At my woe
The walls are peeling off
Colour gone
Moon stolen
The cane makes
Such a sound
I shiver
My wrists freeze
Eyes turn pale
I am not myself
Are you?
Cue the clues
Roll the dice
Please tell me
Which of the poisons
Is this
Before I
Fall asleep
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