A mouse thief, some stolen stars and a round window that is not mine
She bolted the big round window.
He didn't fight,
He hadn't fought at all.
And life slips by like a field mouse
not shaking the grass.
Tell justice of delay:
She turned it to a lovely black,
overnight, very whitely
discreetly, very quietly
she hung herself with stars,
deep as the darkest mine
the thick rocks won't tell
so, the world happened twice -
gives little light.
NaPoWriMo Day 25 Stolen lines from The Rattle Bag A Cento (totally stolen lines, so the people who have wanted to steal some of my lines and put them to other use, go ahead)
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