that stripy cat became a pinwheel in the alley.
a lollipop.
and then the rising sun.
i grab my fishnets and my hi~heeled stompers
from the floor.
the bullet's left the gun.
why do i always do this?
it's what i've always done.
why do my legs grow longer,
when it's love that i outrun?
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