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Jul 2014
Beloved
fur sheen black as skin is pink
        eyes unnatural green glow
who rubs against our legs and stays
     tail wrapped in ownership around
intelligence honed by games razor sharp
whose lungs fill with fluid now like an old smoking man
               and must be given drugs
         and must be slept with
      for he must not die ignored
                             my heart aches with his
Blazon, a form of poetry from french culture, grown from the list
Blazon, a structure for stream of consciousness
K Mae
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K Mae  Maine, USA
(Maine, USA)   
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