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Sep 2018
The cat
is scratching
at the door.

It wants
out.

So I wait,
enjoying the
despair,
power,
briefly,
before I open
it
and
it
leaps.

Why must
the gods
be the same
as me,
and why the ****
must they wait
so long?
Written by
Celso Moskowitz  29/M/Portugal
(29/M/Portugal)   
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