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Sep 2015
The Black Cat watches
me with green eyes,
***** it's head to one side.
I stare back blinking,
fumbling over my footing.
I let him cross my path,
and feel the pain of
nostalgia as he slinks away.
Julia O'Neary
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Julia O'Neary
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