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Sep 2023
Yeowling like a cat in heat
Tryna show the ******* how to prowl the street
But empty and hollow, the echoing bleat
Shows more like a blinded sheep
Naturally, calling out,
Animalistically, a wounded pout,
Do they know the reason they shout?
Or is it all part of figuring it out?
Written by
MissNeona
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