Cat climbed up the back of his chair to perch on the top like it’s on a throne
Leaving small rips in the fabric in its passage
And he hated when the feline did that
When the cat ran away though, he reminisced about every hole
Cat climbed up the back of his chair to perch on the top like it’s on a throne
Leaving small rips in the fabric in its passage
And he hated when the feline did that
When the cat ran away though, he reminisced about every hole
Rust crumbled from the โ57 Chevy
Eroding the metal shell
Slowly stealing away the carโs soul
Transforming into reddish-brown dust
Alex scooped up some of the oxidized metal
Rubbing her hands on her leather apron she headed to the forge
The idea of melting it down and recasting it seemed fitting
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