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A Letter Of Love |
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Untitled |
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Crimson Wine |
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Winter-Spring-Summer-Fall |
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Stars |
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Library |
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My Love For You |
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Imagination |
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Why? |
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My Will |
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Beauty |
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Butterflies |
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Dance |
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Cat Dreams |
Cat Dreams
A black and white ball on my bed.
Big and strong is he with his tail tap-tapping
the floor with excitement.
Eyes just slits the color of jade,
mixed with blue.
Seeing only what he can see.
Claws sharp as razors sliding in and out,
waiting for the kill only he can feel.
Nose and ears twitching to something only he can sense.
My cat is sleeping, he is at a place only he can visit,
his dreams.
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