.Fifteen storeys high, the black curtains drawn, and
The sun is just a brat that spits and the goes away. The
T.V. chatters, there's a pile of letters scattered on
The mat. Reminders, bills--they smell of cats. Three
Starving cats who chase each others' shadows. They
Curl up on hi.
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