I know where you buried me. I breathe in your diary. You read me and thought you were me. I lick my paws, wait and see.
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They are black cat moments–when at night, the full moon is lit white, and the sea is at its darkest run. blackcatwords.com
I know where you buried me. I breathe in your diary. You read me and thought you were me. I lick my paws, wait and see.
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