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Oct 2017
There's a black cat
that follows me home
every night I feel her gaze
cut to the bone.
I walk in her shadow
I cannot escape
sometimes it's more
than I can take.
There's no use running,
she's always one step ahead
though some will say
it's all just in my head
Black cat, turn away
I'm growing tired
of this struggle
every day
Mitch Prax
Written by
Mitch Prax  27/M/Australia
(27/M/Australia)   
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