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Apr 2019
you can’t fake
raw

tortured

the black cat
is deep

screaming

“I am just
beginning”

sharp claws
extended

wanting to
cut the world

into pieces

he looks
at me

approaching
him

and saunters
away

we both know
if we were
the same size

one of us
would  be
dead
John Destalo
Written by
John Destalo  55/M/Harrisburg, PA
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)   
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