Cat Over Clock

Poetry Saves the World



October ninth

She Dances, Sleeps Settling in tired skin Mind wanders, gets lost, falters When will she awake? Years balloon before her eyes Caught up in a landslide of trouble Relax and let your mind go

October eighth

Once covered in grey and black No wrangling freedom A happy slave feeds her cats

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