Wednesdays are for poets
Peeta cat
little torti You tap and jerk until your muscles and joints loosen You sit on the veneer floor to talk I listen to your soft sounds as you gaze upwards to meet my eyes We are two of a kind-- aging and lonely
By Cyn Bagley April 2014
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