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my cat has become rather partial to you and so have I white fur on black clothes it's glaring a part of me that you can't get rid of you'll wear me on your sleeve and wherever else so I'll wear you down like a mortar and pestle grinding and churning you'll try to hide me my bits and pieces strewn about in your wake treading through in your thick boots picking parts of me up only when you want them but I need them I'm lost without them my replacement parts and the greediness with which you handle them
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Oct 27, 2023
Oct 27, 2023 at 4:17 AM UTC
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my cat has become rather partial to you and so have I white fur on black clothes it's glaring a part of me that you can't get rid of you'll wear me on your sleeve and wherever else so I'll wear you down like a mortar and pestle grinding and churning you'll try to hide me my bits and pieces strewn about in your wake treading through in your thick boots picking parts of me up only when you want them but I need them I'm lost without them my replacement parts and the greediness with which you handle them
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Oct 27, 2023
Oct 27, 2023 at 4:17 AM UTC
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