In Winter in my Room 2

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I shrank - "How fair you are"!
Propitiations claw -
"Afraid he hissed
Of me"?
"No Cordiality" -
He fathomed me -
Then to a Rhythm Slim
Secreted in his Form
As Patterns swim
Projected him -
That time I flew
Both eyes his way
Lest he pursue
Nor even leased to run
Till in a distant Town
Towns on from mine
I set me down
This was a dream -