I'm feline in my approach
slender-sleek and silent
footsteps like ghosts
on stairwells and whispers
in your ears.
I have nine lives
and I've wasted them
all stalking you
through concrete
jungles and labyrinthian
words and feelings.
Sep 23, 2012
Sep 23, 2012 at 10:27 PM UTC
I'm feline in my approach
slender-sleek and silent
footsteps like ghosts
on stairwells and whispers
in your ears.
I have nine lives
and I've wasted them
all stalking you
through concrete
jungles and labyrinthian
words and feelings.
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