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[scumfucryan]

"the cats meow"

she scratches at my door
not even a whore
moving faster than the wind
this the part where i greet her
a glance of her fear
will be gone not to near
its taken away when the claws
touch my face

she walks by the river
right beside ripples the wave
bringing forth a new day
to give is take no questions
you dont need to answer
dont speak not even a word
this is the way

"she scratches at my door
not even a whore
saucer of milk table for two
this isnt something new
she scratches at my door"

today will soon be gone
shes leaving by noon
the echoes of the train
are not to far away
tomorrow will be a new day

she scratches at my door
now saying good bye