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Jul 2014
The kitten went missing
Wide eyed
Pink and sweet
Thinking he means good things for me
Thinking it's real and right to be,
All alone when it's dark
And one less than three
One by one,
Our kittens ran away
I wonder if any ever stay
For baby Mila, RIP.
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
(23/Los Angeles/London)   
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