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Gazing at furry paws 
smacking white cord pulls 
mesmerizes her.
 Wooden tassels clunk together, waving to and fro like a tetherball on a playground pole
 spanked by busy children.
 He left his kitten 
his curious kitten. Outside snowflakes 
float downward 
like the pieces of paper 
she shred from his exit note and like bits of cotton 
the kitten pulls from her pillow.
 He left his kitten, 
his curious kitten. Her hands clasp together. 
She utters no prayer.
 Downcast she cannot face her Lord. 
Her red streaked eyes,
 accented by ash colored cheeks
 study playful kitten.
 Her thoughts clink together 
as she slaps them around her mind. 
He left his kitten, 
his curious kitten.
 He left. 
He left her.
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Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
He Left His Kitten
Gazing at furry paws 
smacking white cord pulls 
mesmerizes her.
 Wooden tassels clunk together, waving to and fro like a tetherball on a playground pole
 spanked by busy children.
 He left his kitten 
his curious kitten. Outside snowflakes 
float downward 
like the pieces of paper 
she shred from his exit note and like bits of cotton 
the kitten pulls from her pillow.
 He left his kitten, 
his curious kitten. Her hands clasp together. 
She utters no prayer.
 Downcast she cannot face her Lord. 
Her red streaked eyes,
 accented by ash colored cheeks
 study playful kitten.
 Her thoughts clink together 
as she slaps them around her mind. 
He left his kitten, 
his curious kitten.
 He left. 
He left her.
william-a-poppen
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89/M/American
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
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