Flapping without flying.
It feels okay.
Your scales of fur corrode.
A foul, but sweet, but warm, but damp...
Scent of something new.
You're red and blue tomorrow,
Yellow, pink, today.
But forever, I'd say grey.
You're white, dirtied, pure.
Once lost, but now at home.
If invaders must die,
Make yourself the furniture.
You can stain my doormat red,
So you can see me before we part.
And...
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