When they saw the red lines
Swirling on her thighs
She said she had a cat
And they left it at that
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Crying Stars
PoetryI'm sorry you're my flower In my toxic garden I meant to feed you water But all I poured was poison ●○● A collection of poems from me to you.
It Was the Cat
When they saw the red lines
Swirling on her thighs
She said she had a cat
And they left it at that
