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Two
Cats.

Hers.
Despair,
Narrowed
It
Eyes
At
The
Black
Deity
In
Front
Of
It...

Hers.
Life
I
Think
Her
Name
Was?
Her.
Thing.
Maniacal
Hissed
Threateningly-
Inticingly
Drawing

I
Reached
My
Hand
Towards
The
Beautiful
Death..

But
It's
Weapons
Met
My
Skin-
Clawing
At
My
Skin..

Leaving
Nothing
But
Red...

And pain..

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