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May 2012
The dusty light filtering through the thin
orange and red scarves covering the window

draws a hazy, tinted mirage on the tiled floor
that the cat can't help but curl under,

his fur heated and shimmering, although
I overlook all of this as my hopeless mind is

drawn to the shadowed spot in my perip-
hery where you kissed me yesterday.
Sarah Meow
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Sarah Meow
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