I cannot hear them when they climb the corners that surround me,
But I feel their fur and claws when they wrap their arms around me.
Their teeth pressed against my skin, their touch is like a lash,
I see them sometimes, barely there, gray, like truth and ash.
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 10:33 PM UTC
I cannot hear them when they climb the corners that surround me,
But I feel their fur and claws when they wrap their arms around me.
Their teeth pressed against my skin, their touch is like a lash,
I see them sometimes, barely there, gray, like truth and ash.
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