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May 2019
creation builds houses...
brick after brick,
and
she works hard in the face of adversity.

creation builds a house,
and i build a home,
for tiny children... but i cannot keep them
warm.

you don’t believe me, when
i say that
things are not well... but when
have you ever had an answer,
anyway?

all blank-faced, and
angry...

i guess...
i was meant to be alone,
because
creation means building a house.
and
being someone means keeping it
warm.
I’m fostering a set of three kittens with no mommy, and one of them died. She was sick so it wasn’t a surprise but it made me feel awful. Rest In Peace.
cait-cait
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