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Submitted:Sep 4, 2012    Reads: 13    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


The cat got caught passing snake bit venom,
I don't want to wake up to red eyes in my view,
mail sent from me to you,
in a package that was like no other,
sent from the sky like a gift from hell,
and now its just us and the bars of this jail cell,
it locked us up condemned to a quite death,
like a frail man with a lot on his mind,
I tried to spit it out and staggered my way home,
then spilled my guts in the alley way,
to the cold, cold ground.





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