hiding in the temples of a lady
misty figure comfort
tried to court slowly
something steeped in rust
glass feet
bow-legged darling
please don't love for features or nothing
nothing but roses blooming from lips
i love one cat more than the other.
the eyes tell.
don't tell anyone.
Put my pile down again
We are made of different grease
one
by
one
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