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I am hearing rain for the first time Like soft hurried footsteps, The sounds of mice scuttering, The creaking of an old house. I am crying again in the darkness Caressing my true self, Feeling her ****** fur As she flinches from my careful fingers Her eyes are endless black pools Her thin legs are injured Curled up, she whimpers And cowers in pain I get too close and she scurries away Into a shadow, Leaving me alone with the rain
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Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 9:00 PM UTC
Emma
I am hearing rain for the first time Like soft hurried footsteps, The sounds of mice scuttering, The creaking of an old house. I am crying again in the darkness Caressing my true self, Feeling her ****** fur As she flinches from my careful fingers Her eyes are endless black pools Her thin legs are injured Curled up, she whimpers And cowers in pain I get too close and she scurries away Into a shadow, Leaving me alone with the rain
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Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 9:00 PM UTC
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