Klutz, Cats jumps over my knee, I hear my skin rip, Feel the blood flow from my leg, One imagines grace, When think cat, If that were true, Even now three am, Blood would not be seeping from my thigh,
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Klutz, Cats jumps over my knee, I hear my skin rip, Feel the blood flow from my leg, One imagines grace, When think cat, If that were true, Even now three am, Blood would not be seeping from my thigh,