When the cats come out
To applause and the signs

All point to continue. We
Make stands that last for

A lifetime; where gold
Lingers in tattooed hands.

Cross my heart as these
Two lovers and cower

‘Fore a bitches brew. These
Nights lay heavy and mean

And clear and we wait,
With patience, for you.


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