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Into the purest kind of slavery Hood-eyed little middlemen profited From damaged goods along the way
Good angels brought her back To a last Nepal summer Debased and hollow-faced A smile might become her
Now, she's cozied up, cozied up And comforted in the warm flush of September
Gone before winter, wondering as to might-have-beens Somebody's daughter in sanctuary, waiting
Seen through softer cage of kindness Far and further, still away From time-warp Victorian zoos Where staring ice cream gameboys play
Big paws, worn claws and swishing tails More damaged goods in the market sales Too proud for anger, too late for hate Resigned in dignity
Gone before winter, purring might-have-beens Somebody's kitten in sanctuary, waiting
Gone before winter, wondering as to might-have-beens Somebody near you in sanctuary, waiting
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