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on my way home last night, i found a pool of black ink cat laying in the shadows of a city worn, staple ridden telephone poll. it stopped me good and well. i bent down to say hello. it was so responsive to me, like someone i can whisper dusty thoughts to. then it followed me to home, where on multiple occasions, it tried to trip me by bodily being where my foot should land. (and one day, should my feet never land, you may find me in the clouds with an octopus tea cup of peppermint tea, humming my friend's version of Gentle Rain in between sips)
when i crossed a street corner, it sat in confusion and started calling my name. i wanted so badly to return and sweep it into my arms and chest, letting our scents rain together through the spring night.
i really really wanted to take you home.
when i crossed a street corner, it sat in confusion and started calling my name. i wanted so badly to return and sweep it into my arms and chest, letting our scents rain together through the spring night.
i really really wanted to take you home.