Drowning
Sometimes
We'd
Clutch
At
Our
Throats
Like
We
Couldn't
Breath
Almost as if we were drowning
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The Black Cat
Short StoryA black Cat A lonely- tormented girl. The Cat. Her only savour. *** ©2015 TheHuntersBird
Drowning
Drowning
Sometimes
We'd
Clutch
At
Our
Throats
Like
We
Couldn't
Breath
Almost as if we were drowning
