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Going Out West

Being grateful about their move Is a coin that bares guilt on the other side I can really see the sun today, bright Clear. April's cry "Make-no-mistake I am still Winter! In the north the icy, icy wind chills straight... Continue Reading →

The Box

One brown flap closes over the last If it could talk it would say "Don't make me too heavy And don't be afraid of falling head first down the stairs in the dark" The next edges of the next brown... Continue Reading →

Future Cat Space

Curled up in the brown Exploring comfort In the voices around She has six toes If she speaks, hears or Sees evil, I don't know I move her to another place With sunshine warming the grey Eyes curious as I... Continue Reading →

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