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1d
my cat is crying,
crying still, and always loud.
his mouth is grief incarnate.
what name could hold you,
you feathered fury,
you opera of complaint.
April, 2023
kortu valentine
Written by
kortu valentine  F/Yorkshire, UK
(F/Yorkshire, UK)   
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