in my respective garb
black like my experience with death
i find only my presence a burden
i remind you of fire
but run away you must
unless
you want to lurk in the shadows basking in the moonlight
a red dot of light glowing in this night garden
a thousand time i heard your song
a thousand times i ran
now my old whiskers grow wild like sunflowers
yet in the scope of things
there is a smooth fit to it all
and if you only knew how patiently i await death
a flower yes
a window into the next universe
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