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my cat shat on the floor i cant think of a title


write me a requiem of holly and fog

and submerge my head in the stream

watch my soul swim away in a cold murky smog

i’ll come back to you in a dream.

return to this earth, i will as a tree

a great sturdy soul from the ground

and watch over you, i will silently

protecting you without a sound.

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diewalkyrja
<p>I've only read a few of your other stuff but this one rocks.</p>

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