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Oct 29, 2007 18:12

My cat sits, squinting at me,
as if I am his sunlight.
(my, the vanity of the mind).

I know, however, the pain he is in,
and though it is dazzling,
I will cradle him forever,
while he scratches me
and purrs and purrs.

For his silence is terrifying.
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