Smooth shadowlight spread tight to the table
A disilluminated girl sits at the seat
A Black cat stuck to black-backed night
She looks out to feel her way
all comes to her a smoke and ripple
All comes so slight and fuzzed
With a small supper of supposition
Her head tilts to rest
A disilluminated girl sits at the seat
A Black cat stuck to black-backed night
She looks out to feel her way
all comes to her a smoke and ripple
All comes so slight and fuzzed
With a small supper of supposition
Her head tilts to rest
On the comfort of the blackcloud bed
she takes presence.
I honestly don't remember writing this piece.
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