The bell chimes in a clocktower unforeseen
A baby left at the door
A bloody mistake
Stained glass shards stabbing through a brown sack
A bag of broken glass
A bloody misstep
Black nooses hang above us
Mothers who don’t want children
Designer bags on dirty floors
Cold steel lattice
I saw a cat on my roof,
And it told me to come see you.
I had seen it once before,
Except I never told you.
This time it was only there for me.
This time it was only there for me.
This time it was only there for me.
This time it was only there for me.
This time it was only there for me.
This time
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