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Cat's Head On My Forearm
Dauntlessly I've sat in place, desensitized to pretty faces
stationed far away from here yet able to implore me or bore me to tears.
I await the moment I can leave to intoxicate just as I please when
my friend slash dealer gets back home, and we'll talk about those better days -- those better times.
Then I'll make an excuse to go, so I can revel in all my lonesome
crowding in the pit beneath my heart, next to the bed and above the last place left quiet.
Happy in the haze, I'll throw off the weight of my bygone ways and methods,
just to entrench myself in a thousand new bad habits that seem like good ideas at the time.
