A Cat Stood On the Wall
A cat stood on the wall to law me:
the pain of unknown haunts him, I think;
The view interacts the long, soft green
The witness outside the door, must be;
I watch his golden semblance, and I know;
His forfrightened eyes opens mine, Dead;
The relative moment unblurred my visions and complies the questions on his heachts.
On the grasp of his extinct, he scratchs the floor with rapid commun sagacity.
And there's no more doubts on it, the caos is gone, again, and the cat runs away.
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