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As the Cat Sees the Fox
Twisted, as the cat sees the fox, of nature and naught.
Torn between a knotted string, and a message of lines and dots.
I do not trust myself to the blade, nor can a bird fly with shields.
Can the wind interpret the code instead, or should I pray in the fields?
It is not soft to land so quick, but I've fell myself before
if one I've told and one I've held, then why am I a whore?
If I can untie you, and decipher you, can I choose which one of you,
without the spread of emptiness, without the pain of two.
Torn between a knotted string, and a message of lines and dots.
I do not trust myself to the blade, nor can a bird fly with shields.
Can the wind interpret the code instead, or should I pray in the fields?
It is not soft to land so quick, but I've fell myself before
if one I've told and one I've held, then why am I a whore?
If I can untie you, and decipher you, can I choose which one of you,
without the spread of emptiness, without the pain of two.
Published 4th Apr 2013
| Edited 15th Apr 2013
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