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Jan 2017
The Cat wore a black coat silhouetted in dark dreams.
Anyone who gazed him blazed eyes was in the makin.
Steam piston action like each step robotic motion,
the dawg was hella ominous so no one would approach him.
Rumors spread and spread again as if robotic motion,
see the story tends to repetition
again again they spread them.
The Cat was then sadly labeled, maimed maybe strangled.
Anyone who gazed him jaded eyes was in the makin.
Dangled neck lackin brain function for the motion,
the dawg was lost to hatred soul was taken by the demons.
Blood was shed and shed again as if just for the motion,
see the story tends to repetition
again again they killed him.
Sometime way back when. He never even had a chance.
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   RenΓ©e Brookes
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