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I'm in my cups at midnight ready to bury my old bones in bed once more when she comes around. Quincy my cyclops my one eye cat is up all night fixing my poems. I never could find the perfect lines.
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Jul 1, 2021
Jul 1, 2021 at 9:20 PM UTC
My One Eye Cat
I'm in my cups at midnight ready to bury my old bones in bed once more when she comes around. Quincy my cyclops my one eye cat is up all night fixing my poems. I never could find the perfect lines.
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71/M/Charlotte, NC
Jul 1, 2021
Jul 1, 2021 at 9:20 PM UTC
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