Born a Black Cat


In denial
Whatever you do will always be wrong
No warm house welcomes you
Even if you had money,
No landlord would let you rent his room

Moon is your only friend
The only one you can talk to
No fuss, no frills
Yet her affection is torn
And consumed by the crows, too

All you can do is pray to God
For the upcoming nights lengthened



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