Maggie, the white cat
Yawns softly Rests on my tummy And sleeps. I stroke her fur. Feeling yellows And rainbows In my ribcage. I smile. The yellows And rainbows... They were blurred images Of memories I haven't visited In awhile.
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My heart
feels like the spaces between the s t a r s dark empty devoid of light |
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