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Nov 2015
they claim to want me,
but loneliness is all I see.

the last kitten in the box,
sad and afraid of getting picked last.

they admire me from the store glass,
still not chosen as tears fill in my eyes.
Written by
ZL  F/Earth
(F/Earth)   
235
   Tasia Howard and chris
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