found
a wounded bird
died
from being plucked to death
I
couldn't resist
I
wanted a feather
naked
bird tossed on cold concrete
sweet
little kitty
it
was all cute and fluffy
the
screams it meowed
from
gas and a match
that's
what I call one done cooked cat
babysit
your child
just
ignore my evil grin
or
the drool on my chin
feel
free to take all night
so
I can take my time
then
come home to your worst nightmare
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