dozing
tripping
into the pastchin to chest
a hand tracks
back and forthbrittle nails
trace across
the table topmumbling
lips moving
"the old cat..."eyes move
nearly imperceptibly
behind drooping eye lidshe's still there
behind a wall
as thin as skin
as thick as cementliving
reliving
"... on the window sill..."
the old cat moves on
old cats
old men
we all move on~gtk
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Refugees of Reason
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