Fluid is the sound
swimming just to down
maybe I'll come back around.
Choking on some tears
swallowing some fears
throwing up the years.
Confused is the mind of the cat...watch as she folds her words, the bends and twists...they drip from the page, just as the rain falls from the sky.
Fluid is the sound
swimming just to down
maybe I'll come back around.
Choking on some tears
swallowing some fears
throwing up the years.
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