you stuck out like naked branches on a tree
you're equally cold
you come at me with a subtle ingenuity
but i know you too well
like engine drivers know their tracks
you're the monsters underneath my bed
the ones i always welcome dearly
you're the nightmares when i day dream
the ones i hold closest to my skin
she who speaks cold words but spits outs fire
i keep warm with her breath
she keeps warm with my words
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