Killed again
at the clinic
broken and staring
light, faint light
from Catmeat's eyes
I touch my face, it's wet
have I been crying, dirt streaked mirror?
The taste of salt
and a dead man to loot
[End Holotape]
at the clinic
broken and staring
light, faint light
from Catmeat's eyes
I touch my face, it's wet
have I been crying, dirt streaked mirror?
The taste of salt
and a dead man to loot
[End Holotape]
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