Cat ate plastic and was tied to a chair She’s not tied to anything clear She's tied to a chair but isn't bound by anything. Her face is whiter in the morning and black in the evening A piece of shrapnel landed in my stomach It’s my age Some Muslims came and took my cat away The Muslims said that they were Jehovah's witnesses My cat lifted her head. She's perched onto her chest and her body feels like a magnet. Her head keeps sliding off to the side. I can taste copper in my mouth. Salt stuck to my tongue and in my eyes from guessing. I don't want to go outside She isn't here. She's on the roof I can't reach her. I'm dying I'm bleeding through my fingers I can’t reach my cat
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