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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