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Kitty, Kitty
I can see it go
The dare to decline
Silence; a great drought
The famine of creation
You're busy
Chopping cottonwood
Killer be near
Lest I need you
While you cannot hear
Like the bullet seduced
Into oblivion
By the brickwall it was
Aimed at
I am the mouse
You are the cat.
The dare to decline
Silence; a great drought
The famine of creation
You're busy
Chopping cottonwood
Killer be near
Lest I need you
While you cannot hear
Like the bullet seduced
Into oblivion
By the brickwall it was
Aimed at
I am the mouse
You are the cat.
Published 2nd Apr 2017
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2nd Apr 2017 12:30pm
2nd Apr 2017 12:32pm
Yeah bit of a twist in ending. It just feels sometimes your winning a battle only to find out someone above you is screwing you over.
