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Cat Nap

Across the room with flying grace,

the devil's fangs that I must face.

Those claws of hers will never stay,

My resting place she comes to play.

Alone am I in battles flight,

she calls to me from growing height.

A fool am I who cannot run,

to spoil all her playful fun.

As she draws near with rising fear,

I cannot shed a single tear.

Through schemes of play so very coy,

I fell like nothing but a toy.

She rips my tattered limbs apart,

and tears an already broken heart.

 

     Your toy that is my broken heart,

                     Dancloud

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