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stray cat
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Somewhat poems Telephones never ring my name
My life is pasted in pastels
With me on my bed
Never moving limbs
Seem to drape over the edge
Dripping with flakes of skin
From trying to claw my heart out in my dreams
If you were to touch me
I’d skin your hand
And use it for bait
On the stray cat that feeds my emptiness
