her cat is ours lying
on the pillow next
toward the bed I sings
lonely – Blood the tracks,
his tail trailed round his fur
, the last remnant but
for the memories, those
fluorescent sunflower weeds
in my skull, standing upright
learning to walk out the door,
&, treble clef, I have enough
time is all time so I can lose.
on the pillow next
toward the bed I sings
lonely – Blood the tracks,
his tail trailed round his fur
, the last remnant but
for the memories, those
fluorescent sunflower weeds
in my skull, standing upright
learning to walk out the door,
&, treble clef, I have enough
time is all time so I can lose.
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