Untitled, n = 2,135

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It's never enough,
it's never enough;
until he's asleep,
a ball full of fluff.

The whines and the shrieks,
the twitching, fanged lip,
makes me afraid
he's gonna let rip.

We know that he'll rip,
he'll tear and he'll shred.
There are scars here to prove it,
nice, straight, and red.

But where would he go,
if I took him back?
For all of his problems,
I love my cat.

n = 2,135; March 30th, 2017



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