Box Cat
Knees are buckled
tied, looking face down
Creaks and crackles
pray you're still lingering around
Officer says "let's go for a ride"...
Let's go for a ride
in the black and blue tide
Rain stains the sheet
full white candlelight
While I wait to meet
you on the other side
Maybe it's just me
that wants to be good
in a warm and safe house
loved and understood
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