a knife in my hand
I aim at the cat
he is afraid
I can tell
But that means nothing to me
Because
He know the wae
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Poetryno but what are these. credit to people that took these things seriously what's wrong with you.
iii.
a knife in my hand
I aim at the cat
he is afraid
I can tell
But that means nothing to me
Because
He know the wae