embrace II
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blue cats in the hotel roomlooking at mewith accusing green eyeswhat I would do about those teabags and trashed lemons from last night?
bad sign, these cats following me, last in Saigonthought they would be gone
The quiet American spying from behind a hole in the wallcan hear a cigarette lighter going, off and on, off and onhe is anxious to get out of this, but has to abide in silencestill a year to go on the contract, before shipped elsewherehave been too long in the field
a chill, as the temperature drops suddenly, the cats want outthis is a vortex of weird currents and streamstime is cooling down, slowing down to a halt
the world goes by in flickering frames