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We make scratching posts of cats, call it nature’s design as if God were the sun and to save our eyes we turned our voices to the moon, singing to the shadow of a bigger man.
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Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 1:30 PM UTC
The Last Wolf
We make scratching posts of cats, call it nature’s design as if God were the sun and to save our eyes we turned our voices to the moon, singing to the shadow of a bigger man.
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Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 1:30 PM UTC
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