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Jan 2014
The yowls of stray cats are
lonesome and the rush of cars out
on the road remind me
of a far-off sea. Cool night air
comes through the screen of
my window and freezes
the tear-tracks lining
my cheeks. When you have
an over-abundance of feelings, even
the mournful song of
a filthy stray cat can
make you cry.
it may just be
because I'm hurt
and drunk, though.

January 17, 2014
8:32 PM
edited January 22, 2014
RA
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   martin and MoVitaLuna
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