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well.


you’re the mouse under my refrigerator door

tonight 

stealing the scraps you can find in the moonlight

i didn’t see you there

did i ask

yes 

your claws scrabbling on the corner

of the kitchen counter

that i could’ve cleaned

it’s kinda cute actually

watching you try so hard 

to climb up

look me in the eyes 

i like pretending 

i’m this high up

is that why i’m here

sitting shotgun 

the later i fire the more it burns

taking your life 

won’t hurt mine 

but i wish i felt more 

than 

just 

sorry

 
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